~Killian's POV~
Something was wrong. When Brandon pointed it out, it only became more visible than before.
Killian's life had always been about figuring things out. Figuring out the pattern that worked behind it. Once the past has been figured out, everything else schemes on easily.
Everything had a pattern, every human, every society, every rule, it all had a pattern in common, one just had to figure it out.
According to him, he meant everyone and he came in as well. They were things he liked, things he went and conquered, after which they were discarded quickly because the excitement had worn off.
However, it was different with Brandon.
He was like ever he had found his pattern, surprisingly, the pattern that belonged to him. Killian had always believed that he had figured it out but for the first time have been proved wrong.
