Love That Came Too Late
"Diana… you can be angry with me, but don't say things like that. Don't you remember everything we've been through? I want to marry you, to make it up to you, to take care of you, because I believe we love each other. I—"
My voice rose, sharp and hard. "Who said we love each other? Callum, yes—I used to feel something more than sisterly affection for you. But you were in love with someone else. And now? Now I feel nothing for you. You say you love me—so what? What makes you think I want it?"