FREYA
I stood there in the hallway, heart pounding, eyes fixed on him as if sheer willpower could drag the truth out of his chest. I had demanded an explanation, and now I waited, every muscle taut, refusing to move until he gave it to me.
Killian didn’t answer.
At first, I thought maybe he was searching for words, but the longer the silence stretched, the more I realized he was fighting himself. His jaw was set tight, like he’d locked every word behind clenched teeth. His eyes darted briefly to mine, sharp, searing, then away again as though looking at me burned. His chest rose and fell in heavy breaths, and for a flicker of a moment, I saw vulnerability.
I frowned, stepping closer. “Say something...don't just stand there.”
He flinched like the words struck him. His hands twitched a
