K I L L I A N
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Sometimes you have to burn bridges to move forward. I nursed a whiskey in my hand when I stalked to my room. Discarded bottles laid at my feet, emptied to the last drop. I sauntered down the dark and dimly-lit hallways. Moonlight flooded the floor, pouring through the window. Ominous clouds swayed in the distance. My patrols were out, every single night, and the numbers only decreased.
Selene was slowly making progress. She flinched less around my brothers. She smiled more. She was no longer a frightened mess every time my family was around. Yet, the more I was around her, the worse I became.
Selene still hasn't spoken a word. I was patient. I was willing to do anything it took to make her comfortable. I never wanted to force her to open that pretty little mouth. I was
