Leander's big hand pressed against her lower back, pulling her closer to him.
She's saying that she can never be happy because of her evilness. If she can't be happy because she is evil, why is he happy even when he is the devil incarnate?
Or maybe he is not happy? What is happiness?
Leander, for the first time in his life, pondered about something deep in his heart that he never ventured. He had lived a very shallow life. And maybe he never was happy. He never was content. He was looking for something.
Maybe she is the answer. That's why he couldn't kill her and is besotted with her. It's not her appearance, but something that she holds within.
Ever since he met her he's learned that his foot is not on solid ground but he was standing in shallow, murky water. He couldn't see his reflection. Only when the water beneath his feet clears, will he see his true self, he thought.
