Lilith’s Pov
As Killian walked into the bedroom, leaving me alone on the cold floor, I sat there feeling numb.
I wiped my tears slowly with the back of my trembling hand, trying to steady my breath, but I couldn’t. My chest still heaved. My body still ached. Then I looked down at my lap.
Blood.
There it was so stark against the pale of my thighs. My heart dropped. My fingers shook as I reached for my underwear, the thin, ruined fabric now heavy in my hand.
And then he walked out.
Killian. Not a hint of softness in his eyes. No apology. No realization.
Nothing.
He looked at me, then at the blood, at the mess, and said flatly, “Go wash up.”
That was it.
That was all.
I nodded, silently, even though something inside me shattered. I stood up on weak legs, my knees barely holding me.
