Bonesplinter Ravine Nod my head, don’t close my eyes

This was not her Donovan. This was not the man who had played with her and taught her how to fight. This monster was Kynareth; there was a clear distinction now. Her Donovan wouldn't have put his teeth in her flesh or held such a terrible moment over her as way to get her to do what he wanted, and he wouldn't be looking at a cold, empty pit and expecting her to get inside. Where had he gone? Her heart broke again, and she wondered how many times it would start to heal just to be broken again by this awful man. She had looked at him once and seen his potential, but now all she saw was a monster. 

She looked down into the ravine with tears starting to form. Stupid traitor tears. She swallowed and straightened up, lifting her chin as she glared at him. She wasn't going to get inside. If he wanted her in there, she would make him throw her in like the demon he was. Still, she was desperate, and she tried to play on whatever might be left of her Donovan. Why are you doing this? she whispered. This is me...Simmik. She took a step back and swallowed again, losing the battle with her tears as one slid down her cheek. I know you don't want to hurt me. She searched his face for any wavering or any flicker of the emotion she used to see there.