Ziana’s POV
I watch warily as Killian moves closer. He’s slow, almost hesitant, which amps up my adrenaline. He’s going to kill me, he’s just not sure about it. I sigh as my heart breaks a little. I knew my mate would hate me, I’m just still surprised that Zane didn’t. He’s too good for me.
I turn my head back, looking towards the sky. If he wants to kill me, I won’t put up a fight. It might be better for everyone. Reginald won’t come after the pack for me and the hurt I have caused won’t be as bad when people see me. I won’t be a constant reminder of that pain for them.
My thoughts are interrupted by Killian’s face as it comes to block my view of the sky. He looks broken, and I wish I could help fix it.
“Can we talk?” He asks and I nod, but don’t move. He sighs, then takes a seat n
