"I am sorry," he murmured pressing kisses on her hair, inhaling her sweet scent, mixed with her blood. He curses as his tears fall on her hair, wetting it.

Thalia parted her lips with the intent of yelling at him and shooing him away from him, "Don't fucking touch me, with that filthy hands of yours." She had imagined saying that to him but when her words came out while sobbing, they were different.

"I am sorry too," she said, trying to move to see his face.

"For what?" He asked almost breathless, he would admit he was at fault not her, he was not going to blame her for...