“Eve, you make me hate you. Outside you’re like an angel, but inside you have a demonic essence,” Ян’s voice sounded muffled and resonated in the air.
“What’s happening to you?” I exclaimed, pressing my hands against his solid chest.
“An illness,” he answered hoarsely, leaning toward my neck as if inhaling my scent. “I’m poisoned from within, and you are my poison.”
My mother’s engagement and our move to a new home mean that I now feel Yan’s hateful, contemptuous gaze on me all the time. He is my stepbrother. He thinks we’re here only because of his father’s condition, and he hates both of us, pouring everything out on me. Our conflicts would probably have continued forever, if one day, in the middle of yet another quarrel, Yan didn’t kiss me...