“What’s wrong with you?” I growled, reaching for her again. I’d wanted to wipe the blood away, but my kindness just made her angrier.

 

“Thanks for the assist, but you and I both know you only saved me to save yourself.”

 

“You. I saved you, because…” Fates, the hate on her face made me want to scream. “You know what? Never mind. It doesn’t matter what I say, you’ll always believe the worst in me.”

 

Her expression twisted for just a moment, an ounce of regret there before her eyes hardened once more. “You’re right. I will. You killed—”

 

“I know what I did,” I hissed, unable to listen to her remind me just how royally I screwed things up for us. “And I’ve paid for it every day for a century.”

 

In an effort not to touch her, I raked a hand through my hair, careful not to rip it from the roots. “But I can’t change the past. What I’ve done…or how—”

 

“Don’t finish that sentence, Rhys. Don’t you dare. We’re bonded, yes, but that’s it. That’s all we’ll ever be.”

 

And the worst part was, I was pretty sure she was right.