‘It is no mortal love, chérie. That corruption in their veins. It is a dark counterfeit, bereft of truth, but no less potent for its lack. It is a cruel love they bestow, Dior. An envious, possessive love, dragging all sweetness and honesty beneath its undertow. I have seen it make wives kill their husbands with a smile. Parents butcher their children in defiance of all God and nature’s law. It is a love hellborn.’
