“And not only did she turn out to be a fucking Marchese, a name I once hated more than anything else on this Isle, she had to make it worse by being so unbelievably perfect. The object of all my frustrations and desires, the one I can’t go an hour without thinking about. Tell me, Milla, am I supposed to regret you now? After all we’ve been through, tell me none of it was worth finding each other.”
