“It’s not a matter of wanting, Lysander. I couldn’t just decide to stop loving you if I tried.”

He nodded, a shadow of understanding flickering across his face. “And you hate that you love me. You’ve said that before.”

“No.” I shook my head slowly, feeling the weight of each word. “Not anymore. I know exactly who you are. You’re not a good man — never have been. I knew that from the start, and I don’t care. I should care. I should lose sleep over it, ...