Sarah didn't know what to say to him. She looked around to gain time. "I hate this room."
She thought he flashed a fang, but it happened so fast she could be mistaken. "You want more things?" Obviously, wife number one demanded things. Sarah wanted to flash a fang, as well. She wouldn't call her that. Number one sounded too much like someone beloved and irreplaceable. More important than a camp survivor could ever be.
"No, I want a room where she didn't sleep. A space she never shared with you." She crossed her arms over her chest. "And just so you know, I don't want things. What I want is to see the sun come up and set. I want to experience the heat of the sun on my face. Feel the cold, stand in the rain." She gestured to the door. "I know that there are seasons out there." She took a shuddering breath. "I can't stand being shut away like this anymore. If this is going to be how I spend the rest of my life, you might as well kill me."