“Whoops,” he said. My lips parted on a stunned little puff of breath. I turned to face him. “Whoops?” He quirked a brow at me. “Well, did you mean to kill him?” “Of course not!” “So it was an accident.” I clenched my hands into fists. “That doesn’t mean you can just be so… cavalier about it.” Moth folded his arms over his chest. “I didn’t kill him.” My face burned. “It was an accident.” “I know. I just said that.”
