KILLIAN'S POV.
My mother looked away first.
For several seconds, neither of us spoke.
The anger was still there, but it had shifted. It was no longer about Damian. It was no longer even about my father.
It was about trust.
Or the lack of it.
Eventually, I exhaled and looked away.
The argument should have ended there.
Maybe it would have.
If one thought hadn't suddenly pushed itself to the front of my mind.
A familiar frustration.
A familiar question.
One I had never gotten an answer to.
"Maybe I'd trust people's explanations more," I said quietly, "if this family hadn't spent my entire life hiding things from me."
My mother's shoulders stiffened.
"We've already talked about your father."
"Have we?"
Her expression tightened.
"Killian."
I shook my head.
"No."
The old fru
