Nell Stark

“Love was supposed to be like that, wasn’t it? A sort of joyful, barely contained madness…”
― Nell Stark, Homecoming

“Helen’s secretary’s phone was ringing off the hook as Clavier and I passed through the antechamber and into the hallway. Once we were outside, I rounded on him.

“I’m not going to apologize. What you did to me was unconscionable, and now that Alexa is sick—” The urge to strike out at him welled up in me like a flash fire, and I braced my hand against the wall so as not to give in to the impulse. “I want access to everything. And your full cooperation. I am going to make this right, damn it, whatever it takes.”

He stared at me coldly. “Save your self-righteous invectives for someone who will be moved by them.”

I took a menacing step forward, despite my determination to remain poised. “Hoping for a repeat performance? You must get off on asphyxiation.” At the spark of anger in his eyes, I laughed. “The first thing that’s going to happen is that I am going to talk to Sebastian. And you are going to call whoever you need to call to make that happen. Right now.”

Without waiting for a response, I turned sharply and headed for the stairwell.”
― Nell Stark, nevermore