Killian's POV
"That must be sarcasm, Killian!" Isla snapped, quickening her steps to keep up with me as I took the stairs two at a time instead of the elevator.
"I have no reason to lie to you about vampires, Isla," I said without looking back. My voice was steady, but the weight of everything pressed behind it. "You were compelled to say those things you said."
"I can’t even believe I said them," she breathed, her words tumbling out as she hurried after me. "I never did, at least not willingly."
"Of course," I answered, my hand gripping the rail as I moved down another flight. "Once their compulsion breaks, you regain your senses. But you won’t remember most of the things you do while you were under it."
She made a low, disbelieving sound. "Vampires are not real. They’re tales, Kill
