“I should hate you.” Avrin’s smirk was cruel, his scent a rising spiced mint as he loomed over me and set his hands on either side of my head upon the door. “I want to hate you. You’re ignorant and insufferably trusting and naive, and it drives me mad, but that is also why I can’t. This...” He gestured around us. “This prison you’re referring to?” His hand slapped back against the wood by my head as he leaned so close, I could see the flecks of brown within his gold eyes. “It’s supposed to be mine, and now, I can’t help but be glad that I might have to share it, and it fucking enrages me.”
