“You wanted to be a monster? Congratulations, Tessa. You succeeded.” He was moving towards a passage she hadn’t been down, walking away from her. “Wait!” she cried, taking a single step. “Where are you going?” “Away from you.” “What am I supposed to do?” “Go home, Tessa,” he snarled. “You never wanted to be here anyway.” “I don’t have a home,” she said, the words nearly a sob. “It sure as fuck isn’t here.”
