“I said say what you need to say.” I held up a hand. “But if you so much as nick me, I will kill you.” I felt my voice shift lower with each word. And I think the tiny portion of his brain that still fears the darkness caught the threat, even if his anger clouded his mind because he stopped. “Say it.” I growled out one last time, already losing my patience.
“You did this.” He crumpled to his knees, heaving. “It would have been perfect if you weren’t here.” He cried into his hands, and if he would have stopped there, I wouldn’t have suspected him. But he is Morgan, and he is an i***t. “Why couldn’t you have just died in the f*****g attack?”
I froze.
How did he know about the attack? He continued to cry and scream, but I was focused on the words that seemed to flow like lava from his mou
