Jamie looks up when Cullen takes his hand. He holds much tighter than he means to; he knows Cullen will be hurt, how could he not be? What he'd done--
But what Cullen says shows far more mercy than Jamie was expecting. He doesn't know why. Maybe because he thinks his crimes are greater than that, or because the crime itself is so against Cullen's sensibilities.
"That wasn't me," he murmurs as he lowers his gaze again. "I mean, it was, but I've never done that before. That--that's what Sam was doing to people. What he wanted to do to me."
Which just makes it more horrific to him that he'd done it at all. He didn't want to turn into Sam. Jamie hates the hot tears he feels in his eyes, the few that slide down his cheek. They don't freeze.
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But what Cullen says shows far more mercy than Jamie was expecting. He doesn't know why. Maybe because he thinks his crimes are greater than that, or because the crime itself is so against Cullen's sensibilities.
"That wasn't me," he murmurs as he lowers his gaze again. "I mean, it was, but I've never done that before. That--that's what Sam was doing to people. What he wanted to do to me."
Which just makes it more horrific to him that he'd done it at all. He didn't want to turn into Sam. Jamie hates the hot tears he feels in his eyes, the few that slide down his cheek. They don't freeze.