She runs a hand down her cheek and over her elegant throat. “Don’t get me wrong: I’m ready fordeath, Willow,” she says softly. “I’ve been ready for death since I lost Pavel. But I don’t want to dealwith any more pain than I already have. Every time that monster touches me, I suffer enough.”
I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to look at Ariel and forget Brit, but right now, I can at least see why Leorespects her so much. There is strength in there. Fire. Admirable fire.
“Have you thought about what happens after?” I ask.
“After you get what you want? After you get your revenge?”
She looks towards the windows. “I have no f*****g clue. I’ve been in this so long that sometimes, itfeels like it’ll never end.”
The way we’re talking, I expect there to be tears in her eyes when
