I’d say we attacked each other. “You have to believe me,” he continues, rasping. “I didn’t mean to do this. I never wanted to do this.” His words hit me harder than his body did. They’re sharp little daggers, flicked right into my diaphragm. Each one dribbles cold poison down into my abdomen. He never wanted to knot me. Didn’t intend to ever lower himself to this level.
