“And you think you’ve done a lot of awful things?" Spike laughed, the sound brittle with anger. "Think how many I’ve done in 120 years. Think how much more awful the things I've done are, considering the fact I enjoyed them. Think about the fact I'm not even sorry I did them. Then tell me how you think you can love me."
He stopped, hardly able to believe he'd said all that. If it lost him Lane...