Maybe he had no soul left, but I would lock mine away, where no one could touch it ever again, and when we met again for our wedding, we’d meet as equals. I would get what I needed from him and Lyonesse’s archives; he would get nothing that mattered from me. And one day, if God granted my prayers, he would feel the same crushing humiliation and heartbreak that I felt right now, naked and sore in my bedroom on a cold winter day.
