It felt a little better, having Ter hugging her so tightly. Like he was going to make sure no one would hurt her again, though Lottie knew that wasn't really possible. And she could admit, a small part of her did want Anteros to make him suffer. But it wasn't really Nicolas' fault. At least, not his alone.
“You can't,” she informed Eros, the bitter words mumbled against Ter's shoulder. “You can't make it better, because it's all ruined. Totally ruined. He used me, he only wanted to get in my bed, so all those thing she said, all the things he promised, all the times he told me how he'd die without my love, all of it was lies. And all of it was your fault.”
Her voice choked up, the lump in her throat keeping her from telling Eros exactly what she thought of his interference. But the angry words roiled inside her mind, and even as she cried more hot, stinging tears, the feeling of betrayal grew deeper and the anger grew stronger. It was easier than the hurt. Better. Anger felt better than pain. No matter how unreasonable she logically knew that to be.
Lottie lifted her head and turned slightly without really stepping out of Anteros' embrace. She wasn't willing to give that up yet, but she wanted to see Eros' face. “You're very lucky that Ter is your brother, and that he loves you, or it would be you he'd have to punish for making me feel like this. I won't do that to him. I won't make him hurt you, I won't make him make you suffer so you can feel even a fraction of how bad I do. He doesn't deserve to be put in a position like that.”
She looked at Ter again, and sniffled. Then she said, “I don't know that you should hurt Nicolas. If your brother interfered, maybe it wasn't really his fault that he was acting that way.”