A Vow Of Hate

It doesn’t matter how devastating the outcome is; we can’t turn back time – can’t change the past – can’t fix the future.

Julianna took the bullet that was meant for me.

“I love you,” he rasped. Thrust. “You complete me,” he said.

“We’re Julianna and Killian, and we deserve our happy ending,” I said to my wife.

I sighed. “Stop treating me like I’m so fragile, Killian.”

He wrapped the towel around me before his arms curled around my hips. “You’re not fragile, but you’re my wife – the woman I love and I almost lost you a month ago. Please, humor me. Let me do this,” he rasped.

“I wish… our story was different,” she whispered sleepily. “I wish you… didn’t hate me and that… I didn’t lie to you. I wish we could start over again. Julianna and Killian.”

My arm curled around her, my chest rattling with a shuddering breath. “I wish the same too, Princess.”

“Are you flirting with me, Killian Spencer?”

“So fucking haunting. So goddamn beautiful. How dare you, Julianna?” Killian rasped into my ear. “How dare you make me look at you as someone other than Gracelynn’s killer? It’s not fair for you to have such power over me.”

Because my truth was that…

I fell in love with Killian Spencer when I was seventeen years old.

But I only ended up killing his heart.

“You think I don’t know?” I cried out.

I pushed him again, hard enough he stumbled back two steps. “You think it doesn’t hurt me? You think it doesn’t pain me? Gracelynn was my sister before she was your lover. I knew her far longer than she was in your life. I loved her far longer than you have and I was there. I. Was. There. In that fucking car.”