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Nothing left.

I rub my hand over my face. “I don't know what I'm supposed to say to any of this.”

“You don't have to say anything.”

“That isn't helpful.”

“I don't know how to make it helpful.”

I look at him. He looks like a man standing at the edge of something without a fucking clue what happens if he steps forward.

Maybe because he isn't stepping forward.

He's waiting for me.

I hate how much that matters.

“Do you think what you did was wrong?”

His brow furrows. “To Grant?”

“No. To me.”

His face hardens. “Yes.”

“What part?”

“The lying.”

I wait.

“The manipulation.”

I keep waiting.

“Going into your house without your knowledge or consent.”

I stare at him.

“Touching you while you were asleep.”

My chest tightens.

“Scaring you without knowing whether you actually wanted it.”

That one gets me.

Because he liked it. He already admitted that. He still likes it.

“You regret scaring me?”

“No.”

My eyebrows shoot up. “Hades.”

“You asked.”

“I did.”