She went upstairs to her bedroom, sat down at her dressing-table, and put her head in her hands. A sense of horror and pity settled in his chest, clawing at him as if he were human. A brief scent of tweed and sweat and then the flesh broke and the blood flowed into his open mouth. rising and dying away like the voices under the manor… She felt a hot stab of panic in her chest.
You want me to live for you and I cannot. I've destroyed him. But the fact that I love her does not mean I love you any less. I should not have come back at all.