When she entered the ballroom, I felt her. I pretended not to, but all my senses were keenly tuned into where Cinder was at any given moment. Beyond that, a need, from deep down at the bottom of my gut, urged me to do it, to put her on the spot and lock her in. I need her. For my plan, of course. She’s the only one that will do. The fact I also want her is irrelevant.
