KILLIAN
"Because I love you," Brynn confessed to me, and I was stunned—stunned is an understatement. How could she still feel something for me after I had treated her like that and made it possible for her to hate me?
Even after she had left my room, I was still quiet; different things and ideas had clouded my mind, and I walked back to take a bottle of wine from a small fridge locker, opened it up, and doused the condiments straight from the bottle.
I remember how anxious I was when I was at the hospital, how the only thing I could think of even at that moment was Brynn, and how I caused an accident because of how much she filled my head.
But was that love? That couldn’t be love. What I felt was rage over the fact that she was my enemy’s daughter. I couldn’t feel anything else, and I
