“Perhaps you will not become bored with me,” he amended. “But you could well become bored of who you are when you are with me.” “Who am I when I am with you?” I whispered into his shoulder. “A domesticated creature,” he replied. “One who fears her wings have been clipped. You’ve no liking for cages, Veronica. And I think you fear that in allowing yourself to love freely, you will find one of your own making.”
