Killian’s pov
Killian’s eyes slowly lifted toward Nicholas and the air in the room shifted instantly.
He walked forward again, calm now far more terrifying than the rage from before. He pulled a knife from the table beside him, the blade glinting beneath the dim light.
Nicholas’s breathing hitched.
Killian stood in front of him, his expression empty.
“You know the difference between you and me?” he asked quietly.
Nicholas swallowed painfully but said nothing.
Killian’s grip tightened around the knife.
“I destroy the things I care about before they destroy me first.”
And deep down, that terrified him now more than anything because he knew he could never destroy Evangeline.
The door to the cell opened and Colton stepped in.
"Boss?" he called out, his voice low.
Killian’s jaw
