Avery POV
I took a step back, gripping the knife tightly. “Kieran, get out.” My voice was low, firm, commanding.
But he didn’t move.
Instead, he tilted his head, dark eyes gleaming with something unreadable. “You know,” he murmured, “I’ve been wondering about something.”
I swallowed hard.
“All this time, I asked myself—why were you so drawn to Aidan when you lost your memories?” He let out a humorless chuckle, his eyes never leaving mine. “It never made sense.”
I gritted my teeth, my pulse hammering.
“You avoided him for years in highschool Avery.” His voice was sharp now, cutting through the thick air. “You never even stay within any perimeter close to him. Father doesn't even likes him and yet you here we are. "
My grip on the knife tightened.
“But the moment you ‘lost your memo
