Killian’s pov
The room was dim, lit only by the low glow of the desk lamp and the faint amber reflection of city lights bleeding through the tall windows. Outside, rain slid down the glass in slow, uneven trails, distorting the skyline into something blurred and distant.
Killian sat behind his desk, one arm resting loosely against the wood while the other held a glass of amber liquor.
His gaze was fixated on the photo infront of him. It was Eva's.
Killian stared at it with an intensity that didn’t soften, even as the seconds stretched into minutes. His expression was unreadable calm, controlled but there was something deeper beneath it.
He didn't see her after Colton had rescued her from Nicholas’s men. He didn't want to after what he put her through. Because of him her life was now
