Chapter 8 A Lonely Night
- Aphrodite’s Point of View
- I shook my head a little, moving back from the window, wrapping my arms tight around myself. "No," I whispered. "What I feel for him… it's probably just admiration. He's been kind to me, shown me more patience than anyone else ever has. But that's all it is."
- ‘You're lying to yourself,’ White said, her tone sharp. ‘It's more than admiration, and you know it.’