My heart told me one thing and my head told me another. My head told me I was a monster, who wasn’t capable of loving anything, who fed off of people’s pain and suffering, who everyone feared. But my heart told me I didn’t have a choice. It didn’t tell me what I should do, unlike my head. But every time I thought of Killian it filled me with such a weird, good feeling that I knew I had to do something to maintain it. Touching him had just amplified that.
