“I didn’t do anything wrong,” Kylian grits out, hands planted on the tabletop. “And I’d do it again, if given the chance. You knowing about her past wasn’t going to change your decision about keeping her here.” Leaning forward, he squints behind his glasses. “You just can’t handle knowing you weren’t as in control of this situation as you let yourself believe.” Yikes. Shots fired. But also… Kylian’s got a point.
