Until the Last Breath

For an instant, Sloane felt the tears scorch her cheeks, heat searing straight to her heart. Cool logic urged her to pull her hand away, to voice a sharper, cleaner rejection.

In the end, her voice came out hushed, almost fragile. “Killian, I honestly don't know if shredded trust can ever be rebuilt.”

Trust, she knew, shattered in seconds, yet demanded an eternity of delicate work to piece togethe