‘If you do this,’ Tella said slowly, ‘I will hate you forever.’ ‘No, my love. If I do this, you’ll finally stop hating me.’ Jacks’s smile vanished and for a moment he looked like pure desolation, a shell of a person with hollowed cheeks, fractured eyes and bloodstains on his chest. He was an immortal who couldn’t die but who could never fully live, because the things he wanted to consume were devouring him instead.
