“I could have killed you, and you wouldn’t even have tried to stop me, would you?”
I contemplated his words. At no point had I tried to prize his fingers from my neck. What was that? Trust? Or something darker?
“Do you know why that is?”
“Insanity.”
Shai’s laugh was deep and low. “No. It’s because you’re mine and you know it. One hundred percent mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to torment. Mine to kill should I wish. I could murder you, and you’d come back from the afterlife to say thank you.”