“What are you sorry for?” I tilted my head in the other direction as I surveyed him. He knows what he’s sorry for. I know. Don’t let him lie. Don’t kill him either. I’ll let her see her trophy. She needs to see my love. I have so much to prove to her. To our Rinny. My firefly. She needs to know. “F-for t-t-touching S-S-Sire—“ “Ah, ah, ah,” I tsked, running my blade along his tear soaked cheek. “What did I say she is?” “F-forever girl. Y-your f-f-fore-ever g-girl.”
