I stop and rest the tip of the blade against his throat, “I am stronger than I have ever been,” I tell him, watching his pupils dilate, becoming so dark it almost drowns out the light, “More powerful.” “You are,” his Adams apple bobs as he speaks, scratching the blade across his skin. “And yet you wish to keep me in a cage?” I whisper, “Am I still your prisoner, Alexander?” One side of his mouth tips up, “No.” “Then put me next to you,” I demand, “Show them just how strong we are together.”
