“I did everything you said to make them hate each other. Everything. I ripped the false sister from her exactly as you wished. This is as much of your problem as it is mine.” “Except I do not love her.” That made my pulse quicken, and I knew they heard it. Nismera’s eyes narrowed into slits, but I could not lie to her or myself. Not anymore. I glanced at my glass, the red liquid darker than the blood on Onuna. “I cannot help the way I feel.”
