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“Enough!” Killian snaps. “Leave. Now.”
“Killian Cornelii, I’ve had about enough, and I’m not done talking.” She once again brings her eyes to mine, and the dagger that she flung into my heart thrusts deeper inside of me, missing every important artery and slowly killing me. “Your father was Killian’s first kill. As you know, if you do math, that made him very young. But that day wasn’t when his nightmares started, he wasn’t born that way. He was a happy child. Until he learned his first responsibility—you. For whatever reason the gods graced us with, he felt the need to watch over you—even when he hated it.”
I suck in a breath, my heart beating in my chest. Boom. Boom. Boom. Blood rushes through my eardrums as my world feels as though everything is caving in around me. The edges of my vision blur, a buzzing sound ringing out in my ear.
“Hey!” Killian’s hands are on my cheeks. “Don’t fucking listen to her. She’s crazy.”
“She’s right…” I whisper. “You may have hated me as you got older, but she’s right.”
His arm hooks around my waist, pulling me farther into him. “She’s not, and I didn’t hate you. I was a kid, confused with my feelings.”
I shove away from him. “I need a minute.” Turning around, I run out of the kitchen and through the house, shoving my way out the door. My breathing doesn’t slow. Not when I’m pushing my way through the trees, and not when I’m leaning over my knees heaving, my stomach flipping at every turn.
I stop ru
“I can’t—” I shake my head, spi
Killian is heading straight for me, but before I can say anything else, everything goes black.