KILLIAN'S POV.
After convincing myself he wasn't some ghost standing in front of me, I figured it was safe to invite Marshall in for a while.
Too many years had passed.
Too many questions had gone unanswered.
I finally stepped back.
"Come with me."
Marshall hesitated for only a second before nodding.
We crossed the street in silence and entered the hotel.
The night receptionist looked up as we walked in but didn't ask any questions.
Good.
I wasn't in the mood to explain anything.
A few minutes later, we stepped into my room.
I quietly shut the door behind us.
Neither of us spoke.
Marshall looked around the room before letting out a quiet breath.
"So..."
He rubbed the back of his neck.
"This is... strange."
I folded my arms.
"You could say that."
He gave a small laugh.
