I almost smiled.
“You’re awake,” I said.
Her voice was rough when she answered.
“Unfortunately.”
There it was.
That mouth.
That stubborn, sharp edge that had made me want to throttle her half the time we were married and drag her back to my bed the other half.
It was strange what the mind remembered.
The way she used to sit at the kitchen table in the mornings.
The way she used to have everything under control, everything checked and put together.
The way she had looked the day she tried to run the first time, and the first time I had glimpsed the beast she carried underneath.
I unlocked the cell.
The door opened with a slow scrape of metal against stone and I stepped inside without hurry.
She watched every movement.
Good.
She should.
I crouched in front of her.
Close enou
