“Once they realized what I was, one of them asked the gods to forgive them.” A cruel, tight smile formed over the rim of his glass as he took a drink. “They won’t.” “I…I hope they do.” His brows lifted. “That is too kind of you, Poppy.” “They didn’t kill me—” “They wanted to.” “Thanks for the unnecessary reminder.” “It sounds like a very necessary reminder,” he replied flatly.
