“You know,” I said quietly. “A kind man would spare me the humiliation of having to face my family, living in shame, and just kill me.” “A kind man might,” he said in a low voice. I raised my eyes, resigned. A terrifying smile played across Nino’s face. It didn’t reach his eyes. “But I will find the man who did this to you and make him feel the same terror you did that night and pain unlike anything he thought possible. And eventually, when he has been begging for it for a long time and when he’s given up hope, I’ll grant him death.”
