“You love me?” “No,” he says, dismissing the thought quickly. “But I will. That’s where this is going. Don’t you see that? I care about you, Lucy. We already care about each other so much. If we didn’t, I wouldn’t have jumped in front of a bullet for you, and you wouldn’t have defended me at the polo match. But I did, and you did. Don’t you see what that means?” I do. It means he’s right. I care about him, and he cares about me. I know this. I’ve known this for a while now… but I’m still fighting with his past. With the disturbing body count he’s left in his wake.
