Nolan’s Pov
Everything's slipping.
Slipping right through my hands.
Lilith is slipping.
I was pacing around my room like a madman, barefoot on cold marble floors, fists clenched at my sides. My heart was restless, and my thoughts—chaotic.
I needed something to drown the ache. So I made my way to the bar room.
I poured myself a glass of whiskey.
Then another.
Then another.
Three shots in less than a minute.
The burn in my throat didn’t match the fire in my chest.
I couldn’t believe it—I actually followed them.
Yeah, Lilith and Killian went on a date. And I… I was there.
Hiding like some pathetic stalker in a corner booth. Watching.
Watching her. Watching him.
Trying to convince myself it was for her safety. That I was doing the right thing. That Killian couldn’t be trusted.
