Chapter 5

Killian had taken his time coming to terms with what I had just said. He hardly showed any emotion, a fact that I had noticed in the brief moment we had been here. He was very good at covering up his intentions, hiding his thoughts through calm banter, a smirk, and a chuckle here and there. He was good at not relinquishing power and not letting anyone see past his mask.

He was astonishing.

This was the point of no return. I could not take back what I had just said, the same way I could not take back the air I had just inhaled. It was done. I had shown myself to him, stood there with the naked truth—nowhere to run, no false pretense, just the truth. My life had never been a bed of roses. I had nothing to my name; I was an odd child growing up. I had no friends. My life was tragic, really, but a life is a life, and no matter how much I wished upon a star, I could not change the past.