(back at Killian's Lake House)
BRYNN•
It felt like shards of glass were being pierced into my heart by what Danielle was saying. I couldn’t believe it—the misery that Killian must have felt because of what happened to him.
"Dear, are you alright?" Danielle asked me as I felt my cheeks become wet. I didn’t even notice I had begun crying silently.
"I'm sorry, I need a moment," I muttered as I stood up from the swing chair and ran inside. There was no way I had the courage to go to Killian’s room, not after what I just heard from the nanny.
Even though I had told him I would join him in bed, the guilt that gripped my soul was almost burning me alive. My pack had been the cause of Killian’s damned childhood, why he seemed so careful and cold, and why he had a dislike for me.
I just could
