Killian's POV
I head back to my room at Granny's inn so I can rest a bit before my date with Emma. Though I was with her all night, I didn't sleep much. Most of the night I was staring at her beautiful face as she slept. And when I lie down to rest, that face is all I see.
An hour later
A shiver runs through my body as I start to awaken. I roll over, eyes still shut, and feel something cold crunching under my weight. Ice.
My eyes shoot open. The room looks normal. Untouched, aside from my bed, and me.
My left hand is gone. Again. My silver hook sits on the bedside table, frosted with ice. On top of it is a note. In elegant handwriting, it reads:
Hope you had a nice nap, sweetie.
I thought you want this back.
Think of it as a going-away present.
Much love, I
Bloody hell.
