"Cosima, have you lost your mind?"
Alaric rose from the couch and looked down at her.
"How dare you say that to me?"
Cosima's eyes reddened too.
"You don't feel anything for me? Then why have you been sneaking around with me? Admit it, Alaric. You wanted me for yourself too."
He nearly laughed at her nerve.
"Cosima, I don't know what's gotten into you today, but I don't have feelings for you. Isadora is my girlfriend, and she's the woman I'm going to marry. Stop deluding yourself."
As far as he was concerned, Cosima was someone he could flirt with, even sleep with.
He did like her. He just didn't like her enough to marry her.
Cosima opened her mouth, tears spilling down her face.
"Why? After everything I've done for you, do I still mean nothing next to Isadora?"
"That's right."
