“...why did you do it?” he asked, one brow arched slightly higher than the other. I closed my eyes at the question. “Look at me, and answer, Evelyn.” The words sounded rough and ground out. I opened my eyes again slowly. “Why aren’t I dead yet?” “Answer the question.” “That is the answer. Why aren’t I dead yet? I should have been dead within the first week I was here. But instead, you’re just prolonging my existence. Why?” “Because I’m not done with you yet.” I scoffed. I actually scoffed, and I saw his glare sharpen when he heard it. But I didn’t care, I looked back at the ceiling angrily, blinking back more tears. “Do you really want to die?” he demanded. “I don’t want to live like this.” “You don’t have a choice.”