Angel hadn’t warned me, so I certainly wasn’t expecting to see Killian walking towards us in his jeans and t-shirt. Human clothes? He had a large picnic basket in one hand and a blanket in the other.
Angel then decided to be a b***h and flood me with his feelings; longing, regret, pain, determination, and hope. The most prominent was regret.
Thanks to Blanaid’s speech or speeches, Angel had turned traitor very quickly. Seeming to have forgiven him. It didn’t mean I was going to forgive him so quickly. I still don’t know if I can trust him, especially trust him to stand up for me properly.
What he said, for me, was soul-crushing and unforgivable… even if he thought he was standing up for me. Oh geez, Blanaid had gotten into my head.
“Good day ladies and gentlemen.” Killian spoke but n
