I had never dreamed that I, Death personified, would find something to kneel before, but then I never imagined her. The way her eyes met mine, unafraid and filled with unholy power. I was instantly captured and nothing in any realm could keep me from kneeling before the true queen of death. She took my face in her hands, forcing me to rise. "Remind me," she whispered, her lips brushing against mine, "how I'm yours."