She needed to despise me, to leave this bleeding place whenever this ended. I could live with her disdain if she drew breath far from the shores of Klockglas. They’d take her in the North. She’d be free to use mesmer in the open. Find some fae to love as devotedly as she did Hagen, as she . . . as she always loved. I had no room in the scabrous, maggot-rotted thing in my chest to be hers anymore.
