Chapter 032
Emilia's POV
Blood puddles beneath Maximilian. Every ragged breath he draws sounds like a desperate plea. As my claws delve further into his chest, I can feel his heartbeat—a steady, pulsing rhythm that is gradually waning. His eyes meet mine, weary and worn, yet filled with something... familiar. He is filled with anguish, regret, and desire. But there isn't any hatred. No rage. Simply say you're sorry.
"Why?" My voice breaks as I whisper.
His coughing is harsh and wet, and his lips quiver as he pushes words out of them.
"I never intended to cause you harm. Maximilian says, "I... I loved you, Emilia." Even though his voice is weak, I can hear every word as if it were engraved on my soul.
It doesn't seem to matter that my claws are getting deeper and deeper into his flesh
