The room felt like a battleground, a tempest of emotions swirling around us where love and betrayal fought for dominance. Killian stood there with those unwavering eyes that shimmered with a combination of faith and hurt. It was maddening.
With each word I hurled at him, each accusation crafted to devastate, I saw the struggle in his gaze. It was as if he refused to accept the truth that I was forcing upon him. It was as if he was not ready to believe any of my words.
And, this was making it harder for me to continue my act.
Gritting my teeth, I fought back the swell of emotion threatening to spill over. With a scream that felt more like a cry for help, I shouted, "I said I don't have a heart!"
"You are lying," he replied, his voice steady, as though he could see through the veil I had spun.
