Finnic shook his head stiffly. The curve of his lips had now receded. "No, Sophie. There's no point in me being sorry. It's just ...."

"You feel guilty?" The girl raised an eyebrow.

Finnic nodded. A second later, his face seemed to have aged five years. "There's something I have to confess to you. I'm not as good as you imagine, Sophie. I'm a vengeful person."

Sophia folded her arms, listening. Her brows were slightly furrowed, racking her brain. "What have you done?"

Finnic's breathing turned ...