Two simple words. But gods, they landed like thunder. Not because they were unexpected. because they came from him.
Selene's breath hitched. Her shoulders trembled.
It wasn't the dagger or the blood or even the weight of the truth that finally broke her—it was those words. That apology from the lips of the man who had caused her the most pain. The one who had used her, marked her, and degraded her without pause.
And now he said sorry?
Something in her chest cracked wide open.
Her legs gave out beneath her.
She collapsed to her knees beside him, one trembling hand bracing against the blood-soaked ground as her other hand clutched her chest—like she was trying to hold herself together, like the apology had reached into her very ribs and shattered something that was already too close to breaking.
"I didn't want this," she whispered, her voice hoarse, eyes blurred with unshed tears. "I didn't want any of this."
