You should hate me, she said brokenly. You should leave me—Hush. His grip tightened, just short of bruising her. Do you think so little of me? Damn you. He crushed his lips in her hair. You don't understand anything about me. Did you think I wouldn't want to help you? That I would abandon you if I knew?Yes, she whispered.Damn you, he repeated, his voice choked with anger and love. He forced her face upward. The hopelessness in her eyes caused a cold pressure to squeeze around his heart.