better man might have known then to let her go, but I was not a good man. Neither a hero nor a saint, but a damned demon put on this earth to end anything that got in her way. I’d seen the hope in her eyes, and it had restored some of my own. András’s words echoed in my thick skull, and I knew now. There was nothing I wouldn’t do to get her back. I would raise the dead, walk through hell and back for that woman. If she was a monster, I was too. And so long as she was by my side, I was perfectly ok with that.
