Killian's POV
Smiling was all I could use to answer Isla’s pleas.
Not because she was wrong, but because deep down, I knew I wasn’t going to change my mind.
What I had decided for Liam was already sealed in my mind, and my wolf agreed with me this time. There was no fighting it. The harder part was pretending to Isla that I hadn’t made up my mind.
“Killian, I’m telling you… if he had even a clue of what I wanted to do, he would’ve stopped me. He would’ve knocked me out cold if he had to. That’s Liam. You know that.” Her voice broke slightly, fragile fingers curling around my forearm like she could hold me back with touch alone.
I looked down at her hand, so small against me, almost trembling. And for a second, a dangerous second, I almost gave in.
I almost smiled and told her I’d
