He peered into her eyes, scanning them. "Do not make the mistake of believing me to be a romantic fool. I do not hold any shred of hope for her."
"Then that does not seem like love at all."
"And what do you know of love?" He was so close--had neared without her realizing it.
"I think love should make you happy," Elide said... "It should make you into the best possible version of yourself."
"Are you implying I am neither of those things?"
"I don't think you even know what happiness is."
His face grew grave-thoughtful. "I do not mind... being around you."
"Is that a compliment?"
A half smile cut across his granite-hewn face.















