“Would you have killed him for me?” I can’t help but ask, though I’m sure he doesn’t need a reason to murder. “No.” My stomach twists at the answer, and I open my mouth, but he speaks again before I can ask why or be more than slightly surprised. “No, I’d tear him apart and destroy him for you. Killing him is too easy. Too quick. I’d flay him out of his skin and tie it all up with his entrails while he’s still breathing and his heart still beats.” That should bother me. God, I should be so grossed out and bothered. But I wonder instead if I’ve ever been more in love in my life.
