“I recognize you,” he said. “I know this face as well as my own. There are exactly fifteen freckles on your cheeks, although they are hard to see. Your eyes are dark like the sea at midnight and your nose lifts slightly at the end. When you’re very happy, you smile so wide that wrinkles form on your cheeks, but when you are blissful, your smile shows your gums. You are mine, Thea. Mine and mine alone, and I cannot claim that I would have been any better if they murdered you in front of me.”
