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“All of you. Why are you … being …” I struggled for the right word. “Nice?”

“We’re courting you,” Andel said, like it was obvious, even though he was sitting there doing nothing.

I burst out laughing. I couldn’t help myself. It bubbled through me in a wave of hysteria, persisting until my throat was raw. “You’ve blinded me,” I said, still chuckling, though I no longer sounded amused. “You’re dragging me, blind, through unforgivable
terrain. You’re only allowing me one small meal a day. You ignore me most of the time, insult me the rest of the time, and threaten to kill me every now and then just for good measure. You lead me around by a chain like a dog. This isn’t courting. This is enslavement.”
― Jane Washington, A City of Whispers