HIS TO RUIN
His eyes darted between me and Marcus’s body, soaked in blood, still smirking weakly up at me, and back to me.
“You… this isn’t… you can’t be,” he whispered, voice faltering, almost breaking.
I let a small, bitter laugh escape me. A sound that had no warmth, no apology. “I’ve been hiding this,” I said. “I’ve been hiding who I am, what I am, from everyone. From you. From him. From the world. Alfred Damon—he tried to assault me. I ended him before he could ruin my life. That’s nothing compared to what I’ve done since.”
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