[Sera]
The ballroom hangs in awful silence, every eye pinned on Killian like he holds the key to unlocking the moment.
Guests shift uncomfortably. The Thorn family stands rigid. Victoria hovers with that wounded look plastered on her face. And there I am, sprawled in the wreckage of their perfect cake, frosting dripping down my chin.
I watch him too, my heart lodged somewhere in my throat. Part of me clings to this stupid spark of hope—that he'll step up, clear the air, tell his grandfather it's all a mix-up.
We'd shared those nights, those raw moments under the moon. Even if it was all madness, even if he was bound to me against his will, he should at least believe I wouldn't pull something this low.
But he just stands there, back straight as a blade, expression carved from ice. His
