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“Tell me again what you said at the revel,' he says, climbing over me, his body against mine. 'What?' I can barely think. 'That you hate me,' he says, his voice hoarse. 'Tell me that you hate me.' 'I hate you,' I say, the words coming out like a caress. I say it again, over and over. A litany. An enchantment. A ward against what I really feel. 'I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.' He kisses me harder. 'I hate you,' I breathe in to his mouth. 'I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else.' At that, he makes a harsh, low sound.” — Holly Black
Tell me again what you said at the revel,' he says, climbing over me, his body against mine.
'What?' I can barely think.
'That you hate me,' he says, his voice hoarse. 'Tell me that you hate me.'
'I hate you,' I say, the words coming out like a caress. I say it again, over and over. A litany. An enchantment. A ward against what I really feel. 'I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.'
He kisses me harder.
'I hate you,' I breathe in to his mouth. 'I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else.'
At that, he makes a harsh, low sound.