His cool eyes pierced mine. "Do I disgust you?" His expression remained guarded, indifferent, cruel. But she could hear the shift in his voice-- the vulnerability of a lonely, broken man. She had thought her heart only held hatred for him, but he had changed-- she had changed. "No," she said so quietly she didn't think he would hear. But he hears everything, especially this. "I do not hate you," she continued. "But I wish I did."