Aspen

DAY ELEVEN

I had been avoiding Killian. I did not want to see that man near me. I didn't even want to see his fucking face. I felt nothing but anger each time he came near me and there was that dying urge to pluck out his eyes.

Killian, who had tried to talk to me at first, stopped. He stopped asking about what happened and both of us went into ghost mode, ignoring each other.

“Will it be okay to take you out? I feel like I'm stealing you away from your mother.” Luke ...