“Then what the hell is it about?!”
He’s still on his knees. The grime is soaking through his pants. He looks up at me, and whatever wall he’s been building behind his eyes finishes construction right there in front of me.
“I walked into your life with an order to kill you,” he says hollowly. “And you fell in love with me anyway.”
I want to tear my hair out by the root. Big, red clumps of it. “So?!”
But he’s shaking his head. “I can’t be the kind of man who builds a life on that, Jillian. There’s blood in the foundation of us. There always will be.”
“I don’t care how it started, Kir. All that matters is—”
He stands up and I fall quiet. “That’s exactly the problem. You should care. The fact that you say you don’t tells me I’ve already done too much damage. You should be terrified of a
