Killian's POV
I stared at him, my brother, the man who'd raised me after Dad bailed, who'd taught me how to throw a punch and how to take one, who'd always been the steady one while I was the storm.
Now he looked at me like I was a stranger, confusion etching deep lines into his forehead, his arms hanging limp at his sides as if the fight had gone out of him for a second.
I exhaled slowly, the words bubbling up like they'd been waiting for this moment. "It was before all this. Before you and Lisa even got engaged. Before I knew who Rae was to you. It was a one-night stand. Or it was supposed to be."
Victor's eyes narrowed, but he didn't interrupt. He just crossed his arms again, waiting, like he was bracing for more bad news.
"I was in a bad place after Bianca," I continued, my voice
