“Yes, from yourself.” He shook his head at me, his arms wide and his expression unforgiving. “What has this gotten you? The revenge, the death, what has it done? It hasn’t brought her back. We both know that nothing will.” My hand whipped out to slap him, but he caught my wrist. “I hate you.” He stepped closer and leaned in until his nose was an inch from mine. “I. Don’t. Care.”
