She Turned On the Lights

The abuser’s gaslight only works in the dark, on a victim who has no one to check her reality against.

Percival reached for the switch out of pure habit and found that the lights were already on, and there was nothing left to distort, and every person in that ballroom could see exactly what he was and exactly what he had done.

And right on cue, the double doors at the side of the ballroom opened.

Chapter 27 — My Name Is Yvaine Thornquist

Yvaine walked in.

She was barely the same woman I had met weeks before.