" He studied her for a long moment. Then he took that last step, bringing him right next to her chair. He leaned over. One hand cupped her face while his lips lightly brushed her cheek. The Sadist whispered in her ear, “He was grateful when I let him die.” She shivered—and knew he felt the shiver. "

― Anne Bishop , Tangled Webs (The Black Jewels, #6)