“Your duty is to me,” Rosamond said, razors in her voice. Her shoulders were stiff, her eyes clear. She pinned Noah with her sharp gaze. “Your duty is to do anything and everything I say. I say jump, you jump. I say do this, you do it. I thought I had already made myself clear. Apparently, I did not. So, let me be clear now. Everything you have is because of me. I gave you that badge you wear so proudly. I gave you that house that keeps you warm at night and shelters you. And I gave you the medication that keeps your son alive.”
