My handsome, beautiful demonic human makes a pitiful sound from the bottom of his throat that sounds so different from his usual controlled and strong voice that it makes me feel something warm in my stomach.
Pity.
Poor baby, he’s just doing the right thing. He’s not to blame for his selfish nature. He’s not to blame for wanting his best interest under any circumstances possible. It's perfectly understandable that he wants to kill me to protect his own ass. And I admire him for that.
Still, he needs another lesson in humility.
"I'm sorry, Agatha," He whispers a few seconds later, sounding absolutely defeated and sad, "I never wanted it to come to this, but it was what I had to do. I'm sorry it was you, but it's what I would have done with anyone who was a threat. Please give me a c
