"Hm," Draco uttered. "All themes of fairytales still, are they not? I am not a prince, Penny. I am not good for you. I will never be good for you," he swallowed visibly, practically choking on the confession. "I regret introducing you to this life. To my life." He shut his eyes for a long moment, then snapped them open to regard her with renewed intensity. "This is not a fairytale, Penny. I am not your prince, and I will not save you. I've never known how to give," his nails dug into the bone of her hip. "Only take. Only ever take."