“I feel like castrating him, after putting my knee up to ding-dong his bells with as much force as I can, does that count?”
Lila giggles. “Well, you know what they say… there’s a very thin line between love and hate…”
I scowl. “Then what is the opposite of love? Because I’m there… way over the fence.”
“The opposite of love?” Lila considers it for a few seconds. “Why… indifference, I suppose. When you no longer care whatever happens to that someone, because you’re too busy building a life with another.” She gives me a pointed look.
I groan. “Not you too… Talk about pressure!”
She turns very serious. “Maeve…”
“Hmm?”
“Elijah is a good man, which I think you already know. Don’t let Jack’s poison ruin this for you. That bastard already did enough damage.”
I sigh. “Easier said than done.
