Chapter 495 Empathy

MYRANNA

He looked at me like I had spoken a language no one else ever bothered to learn. His eyes finally hesitated, just for a second.

I guess I could understand him, in a way.

No one is born evil. I had learned that early in life, long before I learned how to fight back or how to survive. Some of us are simply more predisposed to darkness. Some of us are thrown into it so young that it becomes t