All my machinations and manipulations filled me with shame. He had been far truer to me than I had been to him. I had wanted him because he kept me safe. But he had wanted me only because I was his Elizabeth. I looked up with tears in my eyes. “I love you, Victor Frankenstein.” He brushed my cheek and then kissed the spot where he had cleared a tear. “Of course you do. And I love you, Elizabeth Frankenstein.”
