“Is that why you hate me so much? Because you thought I was like my father who you clearly don’t care for?” “I don’t hate you,” she answers too quickly, pausing to wonder if she’s said the right thing while I wonder why she hasn’t said it sooner. My smile is crooked. “Oh, you don’t hate me? So, what, every threat on my life is a declaration of love, then?” “I said I don’t hate you, Prince. That doesn’t mean I don’t despise you.” I duck my head, eyes searching hers. “I think you despise that you don’t despise me.”
