Mateo.

“Why did you kill her?” she speculates, terrified. “She did absolutely nothing.”

“She did everything wrong, my darling queen,” I mumble as I attempt to grab her.

“She didn’t,” she bemoans. “I killed her. I am the reason she died,” she says, falling to her knees and sobbing uncontrollably. She cries so hard that my heart hurts. If I know she will be unhappy, I will not murder her. I’m simply annoyed because she let my mate escape and dressed half-naked to seduce me.

“Look here, mate, you are not the reason she died; she deserved to die. Why did she seduce me and want to be my wife?”...