I could have sworn that, for a fraction of a second, her eyes had glittered with a joyful rage that I’ve seen in my nightmares. I wondered what it meant, that look of malevolent victory, which had seemed so unlike her and yet seemed to fit her so well. It scared me. She’d looked hungry, almost predatory. But that moment soon passed, and she was herself again, her big blue eyes smiling at me as she clasped her pale hands slightly too tightly to mine.

“Yes,” she whispered, her quiet voice hoarse with emotion. “Of course I’ll marry you!”

Crap.