Killian's POV.

I sat there, tea growing cold in my hand, while Ronan talked about something I wasn’t even listening to.

My mind… was somewhere else. Somewhere it had been stuck for the past seven damn days.

I hadn’t seen her since that morning, since the day she stormed into the middle of my execution with blazing eyes, a firm voice and spine straight.

She yelled at me in front of everyone.

And the insane part?

She was right.

The words she said, hadn’t left my head since. ‘You don't even treat me like a human being... so why would they?’ Damn. She’d said that. And it pierced deeper than...