KILLIAN POV
I slammed the door to my room shut, my body vibrating with anger.
“You will be back here on your knees one day, mark my words.” His words rang in my head.
“Never,” I muttered. I stripped off my clothes and walked into the bathroom, turning on the shower to wash the day’s exhaustion off my body.
I leaned my head flat against the cold tiles, ran my hand through my face, wondering exactly how I’m going to keep Hazel away from all this.
I shut the water off, wrapped a towel around my waist, and walked back into the bedroom. I stopped to see my Mum sitting on my bed.
“Killian, baby,” she whispered. “This was not how I pictured this night to go. You shouldn't have talked that way to your father. You shouldn't have hit him, my boy. You know how he gets when people challenge his
