Neverwinter Forest i hate my last name. i hate everything it stands for

Cupid's muscles tensed when he took a step back and his heart ached when he questioned him. Right then and there he knew he should have kept his mouth shut. This baby would be nothing but a burden to him and now that burden would be shared. Whether Cupid stayed here or ran to the farthest reaches of the earth, Mal would always know his bastard was out there somewhere.

I'm sorry. Crimson eyes locked onto his paws. I didn't want any of this to happen. If I had known I wouldn't have—I wouldn't— god fucking damnit. Cupid pressed his nose into the snow, squeezed his eyes and hissed through his teeth. I'm sorry, he cried, I'm so, so sorry.