“I would do it all over again,” he murmurs at last, eyes never letting go of mine. “Even knowing what it did to you. And for that, I’m sorrier than I’ll ever be.” We are not Human. His pain squeezes my chest. “I don’t want you to…If when you look at me you see Constantine, I don’t want you to—” “Serena.” He shakes his head. “When I say that I would do it all over again, I also mean that I would go through what he did all over again. If it brought me to you.” It’s
