That was my first mistake – showing him my weakness. Because Killian only did what he was best at. He fed on my rage and my vulnerability. I had a habit of hiding behind my veil, not just my face but my emotions. Except, Killian could still see me. A thin piece of fabric was not enough to hide me from his hatred. Or to protect me from his anger. And his endless humiliation and torture. The veil did nothing but remind me that I was damaged goods…and I was at Killian’s mercy.
