FREYA
My heart was still racing, my palms damp. Killian’s face wouldn’t leave my head...his eyes searching mine, the way his voice pressed for truths I never wanted to give.
Part of me wished I had kept my mouth shut, lied better, deflected until he grew tired. It would have been easier. But another part of me—traitorous, reckless—felt lighter. As though finally speaking the words I’d buried so deep inside had carved out a small hole where air could finally enter.
I sank onto the edge of my bed, burying my face in my hands. What have I done? He knows now. Not everything, but enough. Enough to make me dangerous to keep around. Enough to remind me of the shame I thought I’d left behind.
The sting of rejection burned fresh, even after all this time. My mate choosing another, the way he l
