“I’m not leaving your side until I’ve killed the fucker. Misha will also stay for a while.” I rest my head on my palm and stare down at her. “Do you think you can forgive me?” “It’s not the forgiving part I’m struggling with.” “Tell me what you’re struggling with.” She turns on her side, facing me, and I feel her breath on my chest. “It’s that you hated me. It was so easy for you to stop loving me.”
