"You didn't answer him," Malakor said, Kade's voice deeper now, unhurried, watching her with that same terrible patience she remembered from the rented house. "That's interesting. Every previous bride would have lied to give him comfort. You chose the truth instead, even knowing what it cost him to hear it."
Mia's hand was still locked around Kade's, though his fingers had gone slack, no longer gripping hers back. "Let him go."
"I'm not holding him against his will right now," Malakor said. "He offered himself to this exercise willingly, remember. I'm simply here because he opened the door and didn't close it fast enough."
"Then close it yourself."
"Why would I do that?" Something almost curious crossed Kade's borrowed features. "You're finally asking the right kinds of questions. I'd
