“No, Benedict, no! Please.” The Villain’s voice cracked, pained, shattering his composure. Evie felt tears burn before flowing down her face. “Please, I beg you. I will do anything you ask, anything you want. Anything, if you’ll spare her. Just please—I beg you to spare her.” When Trystan, The Villain, dropped to his knees, Evie cried. “I. Beg. You.” Stop, she wanted to scream at him, don’t lower yourself for me. Don’t bend your will. I’m not worth it.
Oh my god
