For him, I had done this-for him I'd gladly wrecked myself and my immortal soul.
And now I had an eternity to live with it.

I needed not to be dead when I agreed.”
“You needed not to be alone.

I wonder if some part of me knew what was waiting for me. That I would never be a gentle grower of things, or someone who burned like fire - but that I would be quiet and enduring and as faceted as the night. That I would have beauty, for those who knew where to look, and if people didn't bother to look, but only to fear it... Then I didn't particularly care for them, anyway. I wonder if, even in my despair and hopelessness, I was never truly alone. I wonder if I was looking for this place - looking for you all.

Rhys gave no warning as he gripped my arm, snarling softly, and tore off my glove. His touch was like a brand, and I flinched, yielding a step, but he held firm until he'd gotten both gloves off. " I heard you begging someone, anyone, to rescue you, to get you out. I heard you say no."
"I didn't say anything."
He turned my bare hand over, his hold tightening as he examined the eye he'd tattooed. He tapped the pupil. Once. Twice. " I heard it loud and clear.

My mate. Death incarnate. Night triumphant.

He stalked closer, his movements feline, those violet eyes turning subdued-lethal. "You're welcome, you know."

"For saving you when asked." I stiffened. " I didn't ask for anything.