“I should lock you in a cage,” Arlecchino says, voice far too sweet for her words. “Keep you all to myself.”

It’d benefit her, too, to keep you locked away. She has far too many enemies that’d use you. You’re her soulmate—your pain is her pain—and too much of a liability. It’s a shame she’s cursed with such weakness.

Her thumb trails across your jaw almost lovingly. “Would you like that?” she asks in a low tone. “Only pretty for my eyes alone.