LYSANDER
"You loved her to death." I circled him, watching for the next swing. "You were utterly obsessed with her. You consumed her until there was nothing left, and even at that, you still would not stop closing in. She saw only one way out, and that was why she did what she did."
"She was mine—"
"And Fia will be next." I cut him off. "I cannot sit back and let it happen to her too. Your obsession with mother is just like the one you have with healers. It will burn everything it touches. It will burn her to the ground."
"You would do this for some girl?"
"Everybody needs a catalyst."
I reached for the loose chain again and got it around his throat before he could stop me. This time I pulled tight. He gagged. His good hand clawed at the links digging into his windpipe.
Then his legs morphed.
