Killian’s POV
I hadn’t put the diary down since I found it or more accurately, stole it from Ember’s room.
It was pathetic, really, how much I had read the penned down thoughts in it over and over again, noting how unfiltered, how raw and how real they were.
So many pages were about me and my mind remained stuck on them, unable to flip over to the ones that weren’t about me.
While I was flipping through one of the dog-eared pages, Sam showed up in the warehouse office.
I heard his footsteps before I saw him and before he could make an entrance, I snapped the book shut and slipped it into the drawer of the desk before me.
Still, he saw it.
“Dude, what was that?”
“What was what?” I asked, feigning ignorance.
“Whatever it was you just slipped into that desk. What was it?” He gave me
