Jade Fern Grove mea maxima culpa

ah, there it was. except, wait—

she knew?

before he could answer, absolutely flummoxed, she went on, and then on further. he found himself shaking his head without really willing himself to, licking dry lips. no. ah—don't go. i mean. . .i don't want you to go.

then he came closer just a fraction, brows furrowed in puzzlement. if you know what i did, you know that it's unforgivable, aditya said, golden gaze set gimlet on her face. looking for answers. i don't want you to go, but why aren't you leaving? why are you still here, if you know?

don't you hate me? you should hate me!