Killian’s pov
Killian scoffed, leaning back in his chair.
“I don’t have a mother," he said, his voice was cold, his expression hardening.
Soren studied him for a moment before speaking.
“I know you’re angry with her and
I know you’re hurt because she left you when you were little—”
“Don’t,” Killian warned, his voice dropping into a dangerous warning.
"The woman that abandoned me all those years ago is dead to me."
Soren exhaled.
"You don't know what-"
Killian’s jaw clenched.
"I said I don't want to hear about that woman. Leave and don't ever think of coming back."
Soren opened his mouth to respond, but before he could say anything, there was a soft knock at the door.
Killian closed his eyes briefly, forcing his anger back before calling out.
“Come in," he gritted out.
