Okay maybe she had a point. Maybe Kat would have still been hurt but... “Maybe not Kat, but if I had been honest... yes, not slept with you when drunk and confused.” Pavel turned to look at her. “The Fae who sent this.” He brushed his hand over the charm. “He said... he said I got sick... addicted... because I finally slept with girl. Which means...” He almost laughed at how it seemed that life was just geared to fuck with him. “If I had not let my father’s lessons or my own guilt keep me from admitting I liked Valentin then we would still be together.” Pavel pursed his lips, he’d probably said a little too much there, but he was so angry with himself. He could feel the coolness beneath his glove as a little blood soaked into the bandage surrounding his, now reopened, wound.