“Do you still love me?” He’d gone from glancing blows straight for the kill. Vhalla frowned slightly. “It doesn’t matter.” “It matters to me.” His words were quick and breathy. “Tell me, Vhalla, do you still love me as you once did? Do you hold any feelings for me in your heart? Is there a single ember of love that I might, honorably, fan to life once more?”
