A Dangerous Truth
Rory’s POV
I should have felt afraid.
Julian’s past wasn’t just dark—it was lethal. And yet, as I stood in the dimly lit study, my fingers still tangled in his, fear wasn’t what consumed me.
It was him.
The man who kissed me like I was his salvation, yet pushed me away like I was his downfall.
Julian rested his forehead against mine, his breath unsteady. “You shouldn’t have come here, Rory.”
I swallowed, my heart pounding. “You’re the one who brought me.”
A humorless chuckle escaped his lips. “Because I wanted you to understand. To see the kind of man I am.” His voice darkened. “To run while you still can.”
I shook my head. “You don’t get to decide that for me.”
Julian’s grip on my waist tightened. “You don’t understand the risk.”
I reached up, cupping his face
