Ziana’s POV
I look at him in question.
“You aren’t going to leave?” I ask and he shakes his head.
“They died 12 years ago.” He says and I nod, staring at him. “You are 19 Ziana. Soon to be 20.” He says and I feel the weight on my chest get heavier. “If Killian would have stopped to think, he would have realized that you would have been 7 when they were kidnapped, 8 when they were killed and 9 during the attack.” He says.
“So?” I manage to choke out and he reaches for me, bringing me into his arms. He kisses my forehead.
“Can you tell me what happened?” He asks and leads me to the couch and sits down.
“What do you want to know?” I ask and he brushes his hand down my hair staring intently into my eyes.
“Everything.” He answers and my lip quivers. A small voice in my head tells me
