The tension, the waiting. Months of expectations. After being told this was what she was sent for, why she was wanted. All a ruse. A feint to conceal his true motive. Demanding her had been the same trick of misdirection he taught her to use to protect her memories. A lie, until it wasn’t. Somehow she’d shifted in his estimation, manipulated her way into becoming the very obsession he’d pretended she was.
