D A M O N
I whipped my head so fast that I felt a whiplash. Kiara was standing at the doorway. She had on my t shirt, her hair was a mess and her eyes looked like she has seen a ghost. Her face was white as a sheet.
I felt a wave of panic wash over me.
"You said... my father... killed your mate?" She asked, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. "Y-you- y-ou had a m-mate?"
I stood frozen, unable to speak. My blood ran cold as I stared at her. The secret I had guarded so much was out.
Roland cleared his throat, looking anywhere but at us. "I think I should leave."
He scurried past Kiara, giving me an apologetic look before disappearing down the hallway. Coward.
Now it was just the two of us.
"You had a mate?" Kiara asked again, her voice trembling. "And my father killed her?"
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