When he speaks again, his voice is still his voice, but she can hear her own, echoing through it. “You can have my life when I am done with it. You can have my soul when I don’t want it anymore.” She draws back, from the words, from him, or tries to, but this time he does not let her. The hand on her arm tightens; the other rests like a lover’s touch behind her neck. “Was it not in my best interest, then, to make your life unpleasant? To press you toward your inevitable surrender?”

— The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V. E. Schwab (Page 117)