running down my face and onto his skin as my soul screamed in pain. "I hate you so fucking much," I whispered, yet still I threaded my arms around his body, holding him tighter than Rose on the damn door after the Titanic sank. Archer breathed out a long sigh, his heartbeat thumping under my ear. "Not nearly as much as I hate you, Kate." His voice was so quiet I doubted I was even meant to hear him, but my pulse raced nonetheless. He'd never called me that before. It was so... intimate. "Not as much as I hate myself."
