"I'm not sorry," she said, her mouth still warm and tingling from the scratch of his mustache.
And she wasn't. She wasn't sorry about the irons. She wasn't sorry for leaving him to die, for sparing her life and Will's.
She wasn't sorry for the kiss.
She wasn't sorry for what she had done.
Just a quick drabble based on Elizabeth's last words to Jack in DMC. Couldn't help it! Ah, plotbunnies.