The silence after his confession had stretched long enough that Tahla found her footing again inside it. She breathed in slowly through her nose, felt the cold air of the room move through her, and by the time she exhaled she had rebuilt enough of herself to speak.
"You know nothing about love."
Her voice came out quieter than she intended, which was almost worse than if it had come out hard and loud. When it was quiet, it meant it was coming from somewhere deep within her. She could not entirely help that.
Varek was watching her carefully.
"You want to stand there and tell me you loved me." She took a single step forward. "You want to say that word to me in this room."
"I said it because it is true."
"It is not true." She said it with heat, which was the most damning way she knew h
