“Your folk know what I am. How will they ever see anything more?” “And what are you?” I hesitated. “A weapon. A bit of monstrous darkness.” On my final word, Jonas coated his eyes with glossy black. Such a shift from his bright green was startling. His palm cupped the side of my face, his body pressed me into the post of the bed. “Then be monstrous, Wife. If that is what you are, that is what I want you to be.”
