Seraphina's POV
That was right.
I didn't need his sorry. Who knew he would say sorry now and hurt her later?
"No, please..." His voice took on a desperate edge I'd never heard before. "I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have acted that way. I... I know that no matter what I say, it won't change the fact that I acted like a monster. I know that. But I'm sorry. Please forgive me."
He paused, and his grip on my hand loosened slightly, becoming gentler. "If you want, you can even slap me. Hit me. Hurt me. Whatever you need to do to feel better—I'll take it. I deserve it."
Hearing that, I scoffed. "I'm not you, Adrian."
I saw his expression change—saw the flash of pain in his eyes—and I knew my words had hit their mark. Good. Let him hurt. Let him feel even a fraction of what he'd put me through.
"That's the difference between us," I continued coldly. "I don't hurt people just because I'm hurting."
"I'm sorry," he whispered again, and his voice sounded broken. "I'm so sorry."
