“Berga Odell,” he tested it out. “Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?” “Madden.” They had not discussed this. “You can’t just—” “Of course I can. I’m a Devil of Vitality, baby. I can do whatever the fuck I please. And what I want to do, is you. For the rest of our lives. For eternity even, if we’re capable of it. I want it to be you, and I want it to be me. Those people downstairs? None of them matter.”
