KILLIAN
I didn’t know what the hell had gotten into me.
The moment the words left my mouth, I wanted to take them back. Everything. The curse, the blood, the bodies—things I had locked away for years, secrets only a handful of people in my inner circle actually knew.
And now Freya knew them too. Freya, who had no business carrying that weight, who should’ve been the last person I entrusted with truths that could damn me completely if she repeated them.
And yet… I had told her. Not just in vague outlines, not in half-truths, but in detail. I had painted the entire picture for her. Every last piece.
Why?
Why in the goddess’ name had I done that?
I leaned back, trying to read her, waiting for the horror to dawn in her eyes, for her to recoil, for the silence to end in a trembling exc
