“What I want,” he whispers against my lips, “is for you to stop playing me for a fool.” He presses in further, his eyes swirling with emotion. “What I want is to bring souls back from the dead and let them feast on your father’s screams.” His nose runs along the length of my neck, and I suck in a breath, my heart pumping so fast it makes my head spin. “Can you give me any of those things, Wendy darling?”
