Tears rolled down my cheeks like a fast-flowing river, each one heavy with heartache. I desperately wanted to tell Killian the truth. I needed him to know that I was trapped, forced into a corner by Rhys and his threats. I wanted him to understand what had happened to my brother and how I was manipulated into betraying the one person I loved most.
But would he believe me? I doubted it.
Would he even listen? The answer was clear and painful.
"K-Killian..." I whimpered, reaching for his face, hoping to bridge the wall of anger that stood between us.
He reacted swiftly, grabbing my wrist and pinning my hands above my head. My heart raced, and before I could utter another word, his lips crashed against mine. The kiss was forceful, devoid of tenderness. It was as if he was pouring all his anguish and fury into that moment.
