He cocked his head at me. “We do love the suffering, don’t we? We’re sick. Twisted. Monsters who don’t deserve life, much less love. Yet, we seek it. Perhaps to continue tormenting ourselves. Fascinating, isn’t it? Tell me, Asher, if I offered you the chance to help me bring her back, would you take it? Would you leave the watchers and join me?” I glared at him. “I’m never leaving the watchers. Just like she’s never leaving us either.” “Ah, but what will you call it when I’m buried inside her warm, wet confines and she’s clinging to me? When she’s coming for me?”
