He was angry that he couldn’t kill the man that had hurt me. “I promised you I wouldn’t murder any more people, and you promised me you would be what I needed when the urges came.” I couldn’t even speak; I just nodded, swallowing loudly. “I need you to see yourself the way I see you.” He jerked his head toward the mirror he had set up, and I glanced at it in confusion. “Put your hands on either side of the mirror and bend over. Look at yourself,” he ordered. “Cal, I can’t. This is too much; someone could walk back here at any moment—”
