"No, I..." Ophidia squeezed the hand in her own, lightly, thumb caressing the man's cheekbone. That kiss had been so gentle, and sweet...entirely unlike he normally was. But it was like Arkady had said...if she fed him, if she made him hers, she would be the only one who could truly reach him. The only one he could be with, like this.
...He deserved to know. No one had told him, and he deserved to know.
"...I know...what you are, Charlie." Her voice was still soft, still gentle. "I know...why you like mazes so much, and why you're so...possessive of your things, and why you can hardly see. You...have minotaur blood in you, baby. You're gonna go totally blind, there's just...things are going to happen and...I want...I want to be there when they do. I want to...to help you."