“Where others may turn away from you, I find I am drawn to you like a moth to a flame,” he murmured, echoing her own thoughts. “I shall have you, and I shall not let you go.” “And if I wish to be free?” It was an empty threat. She did not wish for such a thing, and he knew it. The flash of a grin, of too-sharp teeth, were all she could see as the dream around her faded to nothing. With it came the rumble of his voice, dusky and dangerous. “You shall never be rid of me.”
