“He was monstrous, but he was mine. And I was his, as surely as if he’d already claimed my soul. I’d spent so many years chasing darkness, reaching out for it, calling to it, and now I’d sunk into it. It had embraced me and I didn’t want it any other way. The darkness was sharp but, God, it was warm. It was terrifying, but it was safe. The darkness was a demon leaning over me with fire in his eyes, whispering, “You’re mine, baby girl.”
