“Kil.” Cian finally collapsed into a chair, his eyes heavy on Kilian’s face. “I’m sorry.” Kilian winced, cuddling her closer. He didn’t need pity. Isobel had made him wonder … made him think things … but being forced to feel a certain way about one person, about one gender? That was a whole other thing. “I don’t want to talk about it,” he said firmly.
