I broke out of the kiss immediately, pushing him away.

That name, I knew it. I knew who Killian was. It always found a way to haunt me because I saw the name written with blood on my father's desk, years ago.

“What?”

He asked, cleaning his lips with his hand abruptly because I smeared saliva all over as I broke out.

He was annoyed, but I was too frightened to care. My father hated him as much as he hated my father, and being in the center of the whole thing was bigger than I could comprehend.

“Killian.”

Realization hit him, and he smirked.

“It seems you know who...