Damn the girl anyway. What was wrong with her? He'd saved her life, handed her her dreams, given her everything, even himself, and still she would have killed him without hesitation, or a moment's regret. She had not been bluffing when she held the tip of that wand to his throat like a dagger; if she had seen a single flicker of fear or doubt on his face, she would have used it. He had seen it in the set of her jaw and the way her eyes darkened with deadly intent. Not only would she have used it, she had wanted to use it.
What did it say about him, that his initial reaction to that unforgiving predatory inclination of hers was not fear or anger, but lust?
Probably nothing, except perhaps that he had lived too long and outgrown any ability he had ever had to fear death.
And now he had given her power that was virtually equal to his own. Power to create . . . power to destroy. Yes, the wand could kill, it just couldn't kill him. It was his magic that gave it its power, just as it was his power that kept Sarah alive.
She couldn't die as long as he lived and she remained in the Underground. She couldn't die, but there were so many other things that could happen to her if she was left defenseless; worse things. There were creatures that inhabited the Underground who could be just as ruthless as she was, and they were a thousand times more adept at causing pain and suffering. What was more, they enjoyed it; for some of them it was the only thing they did enjoy.
So he gave her the wand and hoped for the best. Sarah was an intelligent and clever woman; she would figure it out. He just hoped she wouldn't bring down the Castle before she did.