Having him so close to her was both wonderful and painful. She wanted so desperately to lean into him, be wrapped up in his arms in the hopes of chasing away those terrible memories. But she also wanted to run away and hide from everything, including her favorite wraith.

The only manageable compromise was to stay right where she, no closer to or no farther from him. Still she didn't look at him.

"I dreamt about when they did this to me," she told him in a hushed voice, reaching up to set a hand on her shoulder, indicating the healing scars on her back. "Every time they did it."