“You give me control,” I told him. “That’s something I will always need. I told you last night, you give me more than I ever expected I’d have.” Cyrus looked up at me, his gray eyes so gentle and open. “I know.” “Giving you what you need, that is my purpose.” People had joined The Enlightened because they thought Chosen was their way to salvation. It had been ugly and wrong—the things he had done—yet I’d wanted it so badly back then, to make Chosen proud. Now I knew my salvation was the man in front of me, and it was beautiful and right and I would never let him go.
