“And have you joined yourself to this madness?” I accused. Her cold, contemptuous face met mine. Her blood red eyes gleamed without whites or pupils. Her mouth opened, but my mouth was already going: “He’ll consume you as you do your lovers. What have we gained by helping him other than securing our place as his penultimate victims!”
“I have no more desire to be a pawn in his schemes than to be a stepping stone in his ascension,” she growled, “and if you will stop playing the fool long enough to hear reason, then we may avoid both fates.”
