“I truly hate you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “With my whole heart, I hate you.” Cyrus held her gaze for what seemed a brutally long time before he finally tore away. He said nothing. That Alizeh heard the slight tremor in his breath when he finally exhaled, or that she noticed the unsteadiness with which he touched his fingers to the brim of his hat, did not rate mention.
