“I. Will. Never. Not. Hate. You, Scar. Do you understand me?” I inhale his hot breath, my limbs quivering. “Nothing you do or say will ever change the sheer agony I feel in your presence. I despise you. Your touch repulses me. Your existence makes me sick. You are toxic. A poison I refuse to ingest. Crew and Jagger can drink it up, but not me. I’d die first.”
