Edmund stood up quickly and walked away without even looking back. His steps were fast, almost desperate, as if he couldn't get away from her soon enough.
"No! No! Wait!" Primrose's heart dropped the moment she realized he had completely misunderstood her reaction. "Edmund, stop! Please!"
She chased after him without thinking, her dress catching on the grass, her breath catching in her throat.
Yes, she was shocked by what he said, who wouldn't be? But that didn't mean she saw him as a monster.
In fact … she didn't feel afraid of him at all. If anything, she felt sorry for him.
She felt genuinely sad for him.
She knew Edmund wasn't a psychopath who took pleasure in killing. She knew, deep down, the boy he used to be didn't kill because he was cruel.
Maybe it was something he had to do to survive.
Maybe it was just an accident.
