KILLIAN
My fingers drum impatiently against the table, looking out at the dance floor as my cousins dance with their wives.
Chiara has been gone for far too long, and my patience is wearing thin. I am trying to be respectful, trying to give her the time she needs to clean herself up, and no doubt have a moment of solitude. These family events can be daunting to an outsider. We're an intimidating bunch, and for most people, standing in the same room can be terrifying, but Chiara was doing well holding herself together. She has nothing to fear as my wife. Nobody will touch her.
Another minute ticks by, and my limits have been met.
She will be punished for this. Nobody makes me wait, even women as dazzling as her.
My gaze swings back toward the ladies' room. She's too smart to try to escape me, not that any attempt would have been successful, so what the hell is she doing in there?
