“If I find out this is all a trick,” her fated lover snarled, “I will not kill you. I will hunt down everyone you have ever loved and bleed them dry in front of you. I will spread their deaths out, so that your suffering is not one fast strike, but a series of fatal wounds you’ll never recover from. And when you beg me to kill you, I won’t. I will force you to live with the pain until your heart eventually dies in your chest. And I will enjoy it.” “Cute speech.” Saff smiled, because she had won, and she did so love to win. “No notes. I accept your terms.”
