`` i 'm not hungry , '' i said , and he turned from throwing them away , his eyes pinched . being loved like this by the man who was everything to her was all she 'd ever wanted , all she 'd ever needed . if her way was a more efficient , cleaner way of winning , why should she use anything else ? the finger-tip oozed a small , dark-red bead of blood . he shook his head at her as he put more ointment on her arm over the stitches to reduce the possibility of a scar . 