"You killed him?" The words made my stomach turn as they left my lips.
Christian didn't respond, instead he reached for me.
I stepped back like his hands could burn me.
Maybe they could.
"Answer me. Did you kill him?"
The words were heavy despite the fact that I was saying it for the second time. I felt the pain of it physically, my heart aching, my chest thumping.
"I didn't have a choice." He finally said.
I staggered a little, like the floor shifted beneath me. A whimper escaped my mouth.
"No." I whispered, but it didn't change the truth, "Last night… I asked you… you said—"
"I didn't want you to spiral. I didn't want you carrying that weight—thinking it was your fault. Alora, he tried to kill you. He was going to kill you."
"You think that makes it better?" I asked him. "That you took his life so I wouldn't lose mine?"
He stepped closer again, trying to touch me and I pushed his hand away.
