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“I’m sorry.” “You didn’t do anything I didn’t come here for.” He makes a face. “Not about that. Not about what I’m going to do to you the second I’m recovered.” He gives my hip a light squeeze as if he can’t help touching me, as if he’s not quite sure this is real. “I’m sorry that he was so fucking stupid to throw someone as special as you away.” “Shane.” I wait for him to look at me. “I really, really don’t want to talk about it.”

He is serious? "I am sorry." He gently held my hand. "Whenever we meet, I have a reason to apologize to you. I am a jerk, aren't I?" I wanted to laugh but I suppressed that urge and nodded my head in affirmation. "You are." He exhaled loudly, "I am sorry. I should have told you but I was busy hunting down the people who are leaving bad comments about you and the Stones. Don't worry, I have taught them a lesson and they won't say a word again... not even in their dreams."

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"I know the pain you’re going through... just take care." Out of nowhere, I found myself being pulled into his embrace. His strong arms wrapped around me, holding me close as he took a deep breath, his warm breath brushing against my hair. "I’m sorry," he murmured, his voice soft but sincere. "Hey, I’m sorry I can’t stay away. I know you’re not too happy about it. I understand you’ve been through a lot of pain because of Tatiana, but I genuinely believe she deserves another chance. Please consider it."

Hopefully. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I'm not giving any excuses, but I'm really sorry about whatever happened, and don't worry, the video would be deleted from everyone’s phone immediately, I'll have my men on it," he murmured, gently patting my back. Soon, I relaxed into his hug, taking in a deep breath of his intoxicating male cologne. After what seemed like forever, I mumbled, "You smell so good, Stan."

In my frantic dash from Julius, I hadn’t even noticed. Heat flared to my face. I scrambled back, brushing off soil that only smeared deeper. “I—I didn’t mean—” “Yeah, well,” he cut in, tone clipped and dripping sarcasm, “your apology’s not gonna bring them back, is it? They’re dead.” Dead? He said it like I’d shot his dog. My brows knitted. “It was an accident. I said I’m sorry. That should count for something.” His jaw clenched. His eyes, sharp slits now. “Sorry’s cheap. Next time, try watching where you throw yourself. Might save a few innocent plants from their funeral.”

I averted my eyes, trying so hard not to squeeze my inner thighs so he would see. “I'm sorry.” I heard him say as I turned to look at him, shocked that he said that. “I'm sorry about your son. And about your sister. I know firsthand what it's like to lose the people you care about. And, I'm sorry about earlier. You're hurt. I shouldn't have disregarded that.” I was still too stunned to speak. “It's… okay.” I said in a whisper. “Can I ask you something?” “Yeah.” He nodded,

* I guess it’s because he can sign, and it’s easier to communicate with him. "Oh." His voice was quiet, almost disappointed. He exhaled, rubbing a hand over his face. "I’m sorry about today." I offered him a small smile to signal that it was fine. Remembering what Viktor had said earlier, I picked up my phone and typed, *I’m sorry for overreacting.*

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His hands hung at his sides, fingers twitching slightly. “I didn’t kill any humans,” he muttered, voice tight. “If that’s what you’re asking. Just… animals. Big ones.” His eyes avoided mine. He looked ashamed. Like whatever storm he went through hadn’t passed yet—and maybe it wouldn’t for a long time. I didn’t think twice. I just pulled him into a firm, brotherly hug, not caring that he was still naked and covered in dirt. “Gaspar, I’m sorry,” I whispered as his arms wrapped around me, clapping me twice on the back. I did the same. When we finally broke apart, I met his eyes—really looked at him. Whatever he was carrying, I hoped he’d find peace with it. If he needed help getting there, I’d