Despite everything he’d done in his life, Fyran had never hated himself. He’d always been able to justify his actions and hold back the crushing guilt, had always been able to detach himself from the situations just enough to keep from getting swept up in emotion. But cutting off his contact with Avery Watson, seeing those texts she’d sent him for days afterward, hearing them in her voice as he read them over and over and over again… He’d never hated anyone as much as he did himself right now.
