“’Til the villain left the paths of ease to walk in perilous paths, and drive the just man into barren climes.” I hold her electric stare when I recite the line, and she frowns. “‘The Marriage of Heaven and Hell.’” “The marriage of opposites. Good and evil. Theoretically speaking, we aren’t a sure thing,” I say, snapping the book closed and sliding it across the table in her direction. “But given the situation, we don’t have room to fail. I’m imprisoned in this union as much as you are. Therefore, for better or for worse, your sentence is a permanent one, wife.” She grunts, tapping her fingers
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