Can we start over again?

"It is far too late to seek the truth," Izabelle murmured, her head bowed and her voice tinged with weariness. 

"Kill me and be done with it." Though she spoke with resignation, the pain threaded through her words was unmistakable. For the first time, she seemed burdened with guilt, as though offering him a final reason to end her life. He despised taking lives devoid of remorse, knowing such actions only added weight to his already heavy soul. 

"And what of Belle?" He asked, his voice low but sharp. "Do you feel no guilt for trapping her in a revenge she never deserved?" 

Izabelle's lips curled into a bitter smile. "Guilt, you say? If she were not so trusting, she would have escaped the simplest of my traps. Yes, I pity her. Yet, thanks to me, she now stands in the arms of a man who will cherish her as you never could. You do not deserve her, Quinn!" Her words came as venom, each one meant to wound.