“He…” Mom glanced at Hamish who took her hand and squeezed softly. “He sometimes thinks of me when he is torturing his prisoners. He selects women who remind him of me and punishes them for how easily I escaped him, hating that I stole away into death rather than let him capture and punish me the way he had wished to.” Rage tore through me so potently that I almost shifted, my grip tightening on the edge of the table so hard that it was a wonder the thing didn’t crack.
Lionel sucks so fucking much
