“Look at that. Some emotion,” he said softly, stroking her cheek. “Here’s an emotion for you, Prince of Fire. I hate you. Every broken and shredded piece of me hates your very existence.” There was no affection in her tone. No brief glimpse of tenderness or teasing. “I know,” he replied. “I know you do, but I will still come for you. I will still fight my way into your darkness to help you find the stars, and when you see them again, I will hold true to my word. I will help you kill the Fire Prince if that is what you desire.”
