Killian
Damon’s words still rang in my ears long after the silence of the office settled between us.
“I love you.”
The way he had said it; broken, wet with unshed tears, wasn’t something I had expected from him, not after everything. Not after the lies, the betrayals, the venom he had spewed about and at Lyra, the lengths he had gone to drag her name through the mud. But Damon had always been unpredictable, hadn’t he? When we were boys, he could laugh with someone one moment and punch them in the ribs the next. He could be loyal until the moment it cost him something, then turn with teeth bared.
I didn’t know what game he was playing now. But I knew better than to trust him. This wasn't the best friend I grew up with. This one was a calculating man and I knew that he needed something f
