[Sera]
The words hang in the air between us like a grenade with the pin already pulled.
Killian doesn't move. Doesn't breathe. His hand is still on my wrist, but the grip has gone slack, dead weight now.
Moonlight cuts across his face, and for one wild, stupid heartbeat, I search for something. Anything. A crack in the ice. A flicker of his wolf breaking through.
Maybe now that he knows...
His pupils contract. He drops my wrist like it burns and stumbles back a step.
And I see it: not softness. Horror.
"You're lying."
The accusation hits me like a slap.
"I'm not—"
"You're lying." He says it louder this time, like volume will make it true. His eyes narrow, and just like that, he's back to being the Alpha King. All calculation, no cracks. "This is another game you're playing."
"It
