I don’t know what kind of sick game Thea is playing, wanting me to tear into her with the rage of her betrayal, but I refuse to play into her childish demands.
Despite how much Thea wants me to hate her, I see her only as a foolish child, young and ignorant. Too inexperienced to really know what she’s doing.
“I’m not wasting my time and energy on someone so naïve and immature,” I say. “Garnar is the one I need to speak with. He’s your puppeteer, Thea. You’ll wake up someday on your own and realize how much he’s playing us both.”
“Don’t turn this around on me and Garnar,” Thea sneers. She lifts her chin so that she can look down her nose at me. “You should feel anger. You should feel hate.”
“Why?” I don’t understand her at all. “Why do you want me to hate you so much?”
With clenched te
