"No!" she said, advancing towards him, her brows furrowed. "Sam, I love you. I... God. I've never loved anyone like I love you."
"You didn't. That's the problem. You didn't do it, and I know you didn't do it. But..." She hesitated, trying to explain it. "Remember when the incident in the forest happened, and you felt so guilty even though nothing had happened between you and me? It was something else, but you couldn't get it out of your head. It's like that."
"I had to decide," he replied, his voice breaking slightly. "He wanted the same situation that happened in the forest to happen again and I had to decide between doing that and cutting off your wings."
She fell silent, her mouth slightly open in surprise. Her golden eyes, so pretty and warm, stared at him blankly. “You... told him to cut off my wings?”
"He would have done it either way," he said weakly. "I just.. I didn't know what would be better when none of them were good. I knew you weren't comfortable with.. He wanted to get even."
