Phury’s voice cracked. “She won’t have me, Z. She wants—” “She doesn’t know what she wants. She’s coming out of hell.” “You are the one. For her, you are the one.” As Zsadist’s eyes slid to the closed door, Phury pushed, even though it killed him. “Listen to what I’m saying, my brother. She wants you. And you can do this for her.” “The hell I can.” “Z, do it.”
