He gripped her chin roughly, forcing her eyes up. When she finally met his gaze, he spoke again. His voice was just as lethal, but the edge had softened a touch. “You are mine, and I am yours, but what are you to me? What am I to you?” “I don’t know,” she snapped. “We must suddenly define something so undefinable?” “When you decide what you are, I will accept your choices. But until then, when my Queen summons me, I must go. I do not have a choice.”
