SIX
WRIGGLING DOWN THE BED, she lay facing him. “You know I never stopped loving you,” she said as he tucked her hair back from her face. “I was mad. I really was. I was… angry at everyone.”
“At me?”
“At me,” she said. “Harry was right. He said I was so mad at myself that I was taking it out on everyone else. I was. All I wanted was you and I… I’d have come with you if you’d asked. But you didn’t ask, so…”
“You thought I never loved you.”
“It seemed logical…” Growling out her frustration, she dropped onto her back, pressing the heels of her hands into her eyes. “I thought about every moment like this. When we were alone… The things you said… It was all so unnecessary if all you wanted was the Scepter. But you’re the best, right?”
“I wanted to tell you,” he said. “When Styx and I were
