“Gannix,” she whispers my name as Ren leaves the room with a smile on his face.
“I don’t want to hear it back. I don’t need to because the way this all happened was fucked up. I should have never done what I did to you, but I’m fucked up, Emerson. I’ll never be a good man. I’ll never have a clear conscience. The things I’ve done, I can’t take back, and the things I’ll do in the future … fuck.”
“They made you this way, Gannix. You don’t have to do it anymore. It’s over. It’s all over,” she says, looking me in the eye.
“Is it? Because I still want to do all those things to you.”
“Hunt me?” Now, I smirk at her.
“Not for the reasons you think. I don’t want to kill you, Emerson, but I’d love nothing more than to fucking hunt you down and do whatever I want to you.”
“And you think I wouldn’t let you do it?” she asks.
“Would you?”
“Till the day I die.”
