I can’t pretend to woo her because I actually want to win her as much as I want vengeance. How can I have both? Because when I imagine bringing her body close to mine and slipping the blade between her ribs to nick her arteries… When I picture the light fading from her eyes forever, I can’t breathe. My chest tightens and my lungs cinch. I have to physically bend forward and clasp my knees. I wipe the thoughts away, a haze of confusion filling my mind. And I’m left with one horrifying prospect. If I’m not going to kill Quinn, what the hell am I going to do about my business?
