There was a sound, quiet and too quick for me to make out. My eyes flew open, sweeping past the door to the drapes drawn across the balcony door. I saw nothing but shadows and night, but the chamber…it felt different. The darkness seemed charged.
Cuz he’s there, in the shadows, watching you, wanting you, punishing himself because he KNOWS he loves you but rationalizes that he can’t love you cuz of having that part of his soul removed. Holland had said it already, that love is stronger than fate, which means it can overcome anything, including what he had removed.
