Because she once chained me to a wall for two days and put food just out of my reach.

[Because she'd lived to torment him. Because she'd kept him awake at night, had him beaten for imaginary infractions, oversalted his food, lashed at him with her magic . . . a thousand reasons, each more painful than the last.]

I enjoyed her death. But I enjoyed her fear more.

[And hey, yikes, that sure is a sin. It sure doesn't belong to him, either, and he raises an eyebrow at Harlan. They've got a bit more time before there's any fingernail pulling, but do go on.]