Mutual
She hated him, or at least...she always thought she did. She had once believed him to be the root of all her problems.
Just one look at the Prince of Pain was enough to send Kirsty's blood boiling to the brim. Her nostrils would flare in defiance with every encounter, her skin would tighten and erupt in goose-pimples, her tear-ridden eyes flashed with indignation, and her heart would race to the rhythm of the chains swinging freely around her as she stared him dead on, fiercely determined brown eyes meeting calm coal eyes.
The truth was, what she felt for him was far beyond hatred.
It was an obsession.
The two had shared this mutual obsession for the other from the moment their contrasting eyes had met across the hospital room over a decade before. Her obsession for him was far too powerful to comprehend or deal with, hence her misinterpreting it as hatred.
Now blood was on her hands...the blood of five souls, given to him in place of hers, because her own obsession of him overwhelmed her, because she ultimately feared her destiny with him and wished to avoid it.
The truth was, she realised once the exchange had concluded and their post-soul collecting meeting had dissolved into passionate sex...she loved him, even if she'd thought she hated him, and she couldn't live without him.