These Infinite Threads (This Woven Kingdom, #2)

by Tahereh Mafi

“Of all the non sequiturs. Why do you need to know my name?” “So that I may hate you more informally.”

He leaned in then, his throat working, his gaze fixed entirely on her mouth. “I hate everything about you. Your eyes. Your lips. Your smile.” His words grazed her skin when he said, softly, “I find your presence insufferable.”