The indication was clear.
He will kill him.
There is no way out.
"His blood will be on me," he said, looking at me with a hard stare. "You are free to hate me afterwards, if it gives you peace."
So I could what? Stay at my false moral pedestal.
Killian Knight, you still think too highly of me. When it comes to desire of surviving I may disappoint you, how far I am willing to go.
I have read few fairytales myself, however, never I thought I would be part of them. The eternal love, the hope and promises they talk about were not just out of reach for me, they are mythical.
He leaned towards me, his eyes burning with intensity, that flooded fire in my veins and steeled my thoughts from me.
"However, if you would want to leave me, I am afraid it is impossible," I could see in the depth
