“Say it!” he shouted, full into her face. “I will not share you with your fool’s dream, not one more day! Surrender all to me! Every piece! There is nothing for you beyond Haven! There is no Norwood and no hungering dead! You are mine!” “Don’t. Please, don’t.” She could barely hear the words she spoke, but she could taste them—a high, bitter taste like fear, or climax when it hit too hard to feel good. “Don’t make me choose between you and the world…or…” “Or you’ll what?” he challenged, his eyes blazing until their fire overfilled the sockets of his mask. “Or I will.”
