Perhaps...?

"I—I didn't do anything!" Reagan gasped, struggling futilely against Hadeon's ironclad grip. His hold was unyielding, a potential threat that emanated a chilling promise.

Hadeon's blackened irises bore into her, cold and merciless, as if he could drain her very soul and leave behind nothing but an empty shell. In a low, gravelly voice, he said, "We've been done for centuries, yet you harboured enough jealousy to kill the one person I have come to care for. Someone I chose to care for."

Reagan attempted to shake her head, but the action felt difficult, her body trembling with nervousness. His words struck deep, inflicting a raw pain that flickered in her eyes. This was the first time in years he was finally acknowledging her presence, and she seized the moment. "What was wrong with me? I was just like her. I stayed by your side. You once cared for me, and I—"