“If you want or need me, all you need do is call. No distance will be too great, no power insurmountable. I’m not afraid of the cost, anymore, Faelyn…I will find you.” The sentiment would be sweet, were it not for the circumstances surrounding it. “I will not call.” I know the words will cause him pain—and they do—but I am wicked because I do not find it within me to care. The want to hurt him, as he has hurt me, is an ugly urge but an insatiable one.
