Chapter 75

  Killian's Pov

  I lost count after the fifth glass.

  Whiskey burned its way down my throat, warm and reckless. The bitter edge was comforting and too familiar, like the storm in my chest. My mother's words wouldn't leave my head. Her voice, her insistence.

  "You love her, Killian."

  No, I wasn'...

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