Killian's POV
I turned my back on Victor, the words he'd spewed still ringing in my ears like a bad hangover. The pool water shimmered under the sun, mocking me with its calmness while everything inside me boiled.
I took one step, then another, my fists clenched so tight my nails bit into my palms. I needed to get away-from him, from his ultimatums, from the way he'd painted Rae and me as some twisted mistake.
I was done. Done listening to him lecture me like I was the kid brother he could still control. Done pretending this was a phase or a mistake. Rae was my everything-my future, my peace, my goddamn salvation-and no amount of "reasons" was going to change that.
And I needed to get to her. To hold her. To remind myself that what we had was real, not the poison he'd described.
"Ki
