A mirthless chuckle escaped Felix's mouth.
So he was right. Remi's reaction to his words made it all clear. Of course, he had already known it from his conversation with Agnes, but…
His eyes darkened. Even though he had known, he still had hoped that he was wrong. That it had been some ridiculous misunderstanding. That it was just a coincidence that his neck felt exactly the same after Agnes had drawn his blood as it often had during the past months. It was a foolish hope…
But now, even that hope had been squashed.
He stood up abruptly, and went to the kitchen, returning a moment later with a knife.
"What… What are you doing?" Remi muttered, his eyes widening in alarm as he stared at the sharp, long blade in Felix's hand. The Omega grabbed the best knife that he had…
Felix didn't answer. He just lifted the knife…
And slashed his wrist.
