CAELLUM’S POV
I watched her face morph into confusion, anger and ultimately, pain.
“Why are you doing this?” Her voice was broken, “Why are you trying to get me to hate you?”
I hated the fact that despite knowing everything she had done, I still yearned to comfort her. She fucking did a number on me.
“Hate me?” I scoffed, “Why the hell would I want you to hate your mate?” I asked with a smirk.
She shook her head, “You didn’t kill my parents. You are just angry because you think I betrayed you.” I could see that she believed it. “Arturo Morello killed them. Your father killed them.”
“Gray eyes,” I said and her eyes widened. “I enjoyed watching the life go out of her eyes. Your mother.”
“You bastard!” She roared, fighting with everything to get out of their hold.
That’s right. I was the devil. She was going to regret meeting me.
“You killed her?! What did she ever do to you?! Huh?! What did we ever do to you?!”