I didn't drink last night nor did I smoke anything so why the heck am I seeing things?There was no way in hell the Legendary Killian Greenberg was standing in this room.I'd recognize him even in my dreams. Tan skinned, long black hair he keeps plaited, ears pierced with small earrings, and the tattoos snaking up his arms and neck. This was the real deal. This is the real Killian Greenburg, my hockey hero and nerd 2.0 just called him dad?“He's your father?” I turned to Jericho.“Well, duh.” She shrugged.My shoulders slumped. Now, I can see the resemblance. They had the same black hair, tanned skin and even the same colour of eyes. Jesus. This freak is my hero's kid?Killian turned to me and sighed. “I'm sorry about what my daughter did. I'm sure she didn't mean to escalate her overzealousness so quickly.”Jericho looked away and pouted.“Yeah.” I think I stopped breathing when he shook my arm. Then he turned to Jericho, “As for you, young lady, you have a lot of explaining to do.”
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