I couldn't have heard him right. In the entire ten years I had known Noah Wystan Graves, a genuine apology had never once crossed his lips. He was the guy who would rather watch the world burn than admit he was wrong. He was the boy who took pride in his sharp edges, using them to cut anyone who dared to get too close. Yet here he was, bleeding from a punch my boyfriend gave him, looking directly into my eyes and saying the one word I thought he didn't even know how to pronounce."I'm sorry," he repeated, his voice dropping even lower, laced with a raw honesty that sent a violent shiver straight down my spine. His fingers slid slightly down my wrist, his thumb brushing against my pulse point. "For what I said yesterday. I was... out of line, Khione."My brain struggled to process the shift, my eyes darting between his piercing gaze and the stark red stain on the gauze. I opened my mouth to speak, but the words died in my throat.Noah let out a slow, ragged breath, his chest rising a
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