That seemed to catch him by surprise, his features smoothing from their snide callousness. When he did not reply, his eyes flicking between hers, she kept speaking. “I do not hate you, Valroy. I hate the things you do. I hate what you force others to endure. I will never condone your barbarity, or the anguish you cast upon others. But you…are what you are. And you have never sought to hide your nature from anyone, including me.” She smiled faintly at him. “I do not hate the wolf because it eats the sheep.”
