Nolan’s Pov

Everything's slipping.

Slipping right through my hands.

Lilith is slipping.

I was pacing around my room like a madman, barefoot on cold marble floors, fists clenched at my sides. My heart was restless, and my thoughts—chaotic.

I needed something to drown the ache. So I made my way to the bar room.

I poured myself a glass of whiskey.

Then another.

Then another.

Three shots in less than a minute.

The burn in my throat didn’t match the fire in my chest.

I couldn’t believe it—I actually followed them.

Yeah, Lilith and Killian went on a date. And I… I was there.

Hiding like some pathetic stalker in...