Chapter 13

• On that first evening, I just laid down on the floor of the main hall and wept until the fire was burned down to ashes, my body aching and confused by everything I was feeling. I hate Primus. Every part of me hates him. He trapped me here, bullied me, and treated me like another shiny bauble in his hoard to put on display and put away whenever it pleased him. But then he also does these strangely kind things that baffle me because of how much consideration it shows he has in my regard. Things like sending me Leon or making that deal with me and only asking for a dance in exchange, how he listened when I asked him not to kill those men. He didn't need to do any of those things, but he did.
• Why would he do these types of things for someone who means so little to him?
• As my heart beats erratically, my skin afire with tingles and longing, I feel betrayed by my body, which seems to crave his touch after only a brief taste of it, going against everything my logical brain is telling me. How can I both hate him and want him in equal measure?