“I don’t want another for my consort; I only want you. I’ll be your first lover—” “No you won’t, because even if you are, I’ll never love you,” I retort. “There’ll be no martyrs here, Kricket. I’ll tear your heart off your sleeve and bury it deep in my chest. Your savage heart will beat for me. Run if you think you can—I’ll hunt you down.”
