Chapter 18

Liana’s POV

“I’m Killian. Ryan’s father.” Killian said stiffly, his voice low and cold as he stared down Simon.

Simon blinked, confused. His eyes moved to me, looking for answers. “But… but you told me he was dead.”

Killian’s jaw twitched. “As you can see, I’m alive.”

Simon looked from me to him and back again. The look on his face was making my stomach twist with guilt.

“Is this true? Is he really—?”

I nodded slowly. “Yeah… he is.”

Simon’s shoulders dropped. I could see it in his face. The disappointment. The hurt.

“So… you are back with him? Just like that?”

I tried to say something. Tried to explain. But nothing came out.

“Liana,” he whispered. “I came all the way here for you. I was really hoping to start something real with you. I meant everything I said. I wasn’t just playing.”

I looked down at the table. I couldn’t say anything. I didn’t even know what to say. Because in my heart, I knew. I knew I never