My eyes widened as a look of disbelief appeared on my face. Killian's apology was unexpected and sudden. My fingers tightened around the bottle in my palm, wondering what was going on.
What was he doing?
Was he genuinely sorry for everything he did to me?
Or was this just another twist in the cruel game he was trying to play with me?
"You are apologizing? For what?" I inquired, suspicion filling my eyes.
"For hurting you," he replied, reaching forward to take my hand. I glanced at our intertwined hand and then looked back at him, not pulling away. "Amelia," he continued, "I never intended to break your heart, to cause you pain..."
"But you still did," I whispered, interrupting him.
He nodded, his expression filled with remorse. "Yes, I did. And I know that words cannot erase the damage I've inflicted. After all I've done, I know it's foolish to ask this, but... can you trust me again?"
