Killain’s POV
The moment we left Star Lift building, I sent a text to my driver to take the day off. I needed some alone time after the meeting. The day was just starting but for me, it felt like it had already ended.
I wasn't supposed to be affected. I wasn't supposed to feel anything, especially not for her, but the memory of Arianna's eyes, that flash of hurt I had caused when I snapped at her stayed with me. I couldn't shake it off.
The car slowed as I approached the private hospital on the Upper East Side, a place few people knew existed.
Security recognized me immediately. No questions. No records. My father had made sure of that. I came out of my car and entered the building. The staff greeted me with quiet nods when I arrived. No one stopped me; they didn't need to. The third
