“You’re right,” I whispered, holding his gaze. “I’m only your captive. The queen in your game of chess. Something meaningless, easy to forget the moment you give me back.” Even as I spoke the words, I couldn’t imagine Remo really letting me go, not with the way he looked at me, and I wasn’t sure if the realization terrified or relieved me. Because how could I return to the Outfit? “Oh, Angel, forgetting you will be impossible.” And I smiled. God help me, I smiled. Remo shook his head slowly. “This is madness.”
