~ Sylara's POV ~
I sat across from Nicholas, slowly picking at my food. He had allowed me to order whatever I wanted... anything I craved. Yet, as he sat, his attention was completely absorbed by his phone, his fingers moving across the screen as though I didn’t exist at all.
I still couldn't wash off the thoughts of how he easily admitted to killing that man who assaulted me. Was it really because of me? Or was I just overthinking things?
And even if he had killed him for my sake… how could he say it so easily? Why didn’t he look haunted by it? Traumatized? As if it wasn’t his first time taking a life. Was killing someone that easy for him?
"It's not my first time," he said suddenly, still not looking up from his phone.
"Huh?" I muttered, blinking myself out of my thoughts.
"If it w
