Nickolai’s POV Here I was, trying to understand who this man really was, and he was here trying to coax me into forgetting that he had killed someone and spent a long time in juvenile detention. I moved my face away from him. That stirred a part of me, but that wasn't the truth I was planning to shield myself from. Maybe there was a good reason, or maybe it was for a bad cause. Either way, I wanted to know who he was. “I had my reason,” he said, moving away from me so that his back faced me. I raised my brows at him, waiting for an explanation or something that would make me believe this wasn't just another attempt to steer me away from the truth. But he kept quiet. The only sound I could hear was the noise of cars passing by outside. He wasn't telling me anything. He kept pacing around his office, his fingers clenched into fists. It was as though the memories were causing him a great deal of pain. Even under the dim light, I could still see the way he bit his lip. “And y
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