Like she’s trying to convince herself that I really am here and not a figment of her imagination.
I keep my face entirely blank as I look down at her and respond. “So are you, apparently.”
My tone is cold, dripping with sarcasm, and her eyes are pleading as she blinks up at me. “Can we not do this here? Not now.”
Is she fucking serious?
I cock my head. “When should we do this, Dais? In another three years?”
I’m being an asshole.
IknowI’m being an asshole.
But I can’t seem to stop.
There’s years worth of heartache, questions and rage brewing inside of me, all directed at the girl that ran away and took my fucking heart with her.
“Killian, I don’t think this is the time or place,” Bella speaks up from beside her friend and for the first timesince I walked through the doors, I pull my eyes away from Daisy and train them on my traitorous little sister.
“Hmm,” I hum, nodding. “That what you told yourself when you chose not to tell me she was comin’ back? Not the time or place?”
A sarcastic smile curls my lips as I look back to Daisy. “Or did you ask her not to tell me? Figured you just sneak in for a visit and sneak out again without me finding out?”
A blonde head pops up in my periphery as Savannah, who has sat silently watching the exchange, gets to her feet. “Killian, I don’t know the story here, but I think you’ve said enough.”
I’ve said enough?Ha.
I open my mouth to tell her that I’ve not even started but another voice interjects. “Oh, hey, Killian. Want a shot?”
I look over at Savannahs best friend, Olivia, who is completely oblivious to the tense atmosphere around her, or the standoff currently taking place between me and her three friends, and then down at the tray of shots she’s carrying.
Fuck it.
I pick up one of the glasses, train my eyes back on Daisy and throw back the liquid, relishing the burn as it slides down my throat.
She doesn’t take her eyes off my face as I slam the glass against the table and walk away.
CHAPTER 1
DAISY
SEVEN MONTHS LATER
Iwipe the back of my arm against my sweaty forehead as I place the final box of my meagre belongings on the bed. Dusting off my hands, I place them on my hips. “I think that’s everything.”
“There’s not a lot here, Daisy,” Bella says, eyeing the pathetic contents of my new bedroom.
A bed.
A dresser.
Books.
That’s it.
“I don’t like clutter.” I lie.
Bella narrows her eyes at me. “Liar. I’ve seen your childhood bedroom.”
