With those words, his power tightened around her throat, giving her just that— an outlet for that fury and desperation and need. Someone to challenge her because he’d come to realize that was what he needed too. He craved her defiance, pushing her to rebel, and then he’d punished her for it. It was dark and twisted, but it fed his need for control. He was seeing that now. How he’d forced her to become what he needed her to be. She wasn’t wrong. They’d made her into this, and if he was too late to bring her back, he’d make sure to give her what she needed now, no matter the cost.
