His touch almost unraveled her carefully held together facade of having a semblance of control. There was no way she was going to brush him off, though, not when all she really wanted to do was wrap her arms around him.

Even if he wasn't hers...

"Not even an hour ago, I had a Sentinel breathing down my neck about to kill all of us," she told him, her expression straining at the edges. "I've been a prisoner for the last three years, sugar. It's kinda hard to avoid talking about it." As much as she wanted to, there really wasn't any way she would be able to keep from mentioning it, so she might as well tell him at least the bare bones of the story.