Irritation and something else, that emotion I’d been pushing down, threatened to erupt as I gritted out, “You’re going to say that the only reason they love me is because I’m death—” “No,” he interrupted earnestly, making my lower belly warm. “Because you’re you. Because you are them, and they are you, and hell is your kingdom, and Ash Grove is hell shimmering on the earth side of the veil.”
