Kian

When did it all go wrong?

How did I reach a point where I, Kian, would pay someone to spike a drink—the drink of the woman swung over my shoulder, passed out. 

I’d done questionable things to Verena in the past but this was on another level and the jarring part? I didn’t feel a single sense of remorse. 

Not when I broke into her house. 

Or now. 

Protection. That was all it was. A man like my uncle wouldn’t allow her to leave on her own will. If he didn’t manipulate her into staying, as he had manipulated her into hating me, he would force her—so this was...