“I love him,” I whispered, sealing our fate, and I closed my eyes hard with the admission. “No, you don’t.” I frowned, opening my eyes again and finally looking at Cameron. It bothered me how calm he was, how sure he seemed. “You don’t love him,” he repeated, his gaze hard. “You love the idea of him, the idea of what he used to be to you, and of what he never was.”
