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The Truth

Author: Bunmi
last update Last Updated: 2024-11-15 08:59:13

Loraine's POV

Killian’s hand on my arm was firm but gentle as he guided me down the hallway. I glanced up at him, noting the tension in his clenched jaw. He wasn’t happy about this. And honestly, neither was I.

“This is probably a bad idea; I think we shouldn’t be asking him to help protect me when he might still want his ex.” I muttered, but Killian didn’t stop. His eyes, a deep blue, flicked toward me, narrowed slightly.

“Maybe,” he said flatly, “but it’s necessary; we need to keep you safe, and we need all the help we can get.”

It was necessary. That word carried so much weight, didn’t it?

My stomach twisted in knots as we approached the door. I hadn’t seen Hunter since last morning when I turned away from him, and the thought of facing him now, under these circumstances, was… unsettling.

Killian hesitated for a brief second before pushing open the door without knocking. I took a deep breath and followed him inside.

Hunter was seated on the edge of his bed, head bent, stari
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