Gillian's POV
“Konrad,” my voice cracked as I called his name.
He turned his head with eyes full of a whirlwind of disgust, his face contorted into a rage with his eyebrows pulled together when he locked his gaze with mine briefly. Then he averted his gaze as he stood up from the sofa and held Wilona’s hand, pulling her up to stand on her feet. He leaned down on her face and brushed his lips over hers.
“I will be in our room when you need me.” He told her before greeting Emma with a small smile.
“Konrad.” I watched as he sauntered up the stairs without even glancing back at me.
Air moved through my chest like a razor blade, thinking how he easily talked to me and gave me his utmost attention before the madness began. My eyes burned with a tormented feeling that reminded me of when I
