“I figured that eventually you would tire of me, and I would take Winter far away from here, and it would be over.”
Levana’s heart throbbed. “It’s been almost ten years.”
“I know.”
“And now? Are you still waiting for it to be over?”
His expression softened. The anger was gone, replaced with something infuriatingly kind, though his words were heartbreakingly cruel. “Are you still waiting for me to fall in love with you?”
She braced herself, and nodded. “Yes,” she whispered.
His brow wrinkled. With sadness. With regret. “I’m sorry, Levana. I’m so sorry.”