Chapter 15
Before I could say a word or think what had happened--he bent down and picked me up in his arms as though I weighed nothing. I was shaken by the cold and shocked, but I have to struggle. All my instincts scream at me to drive him away, insist he put me down, and keep whatever respect remained in me. But I had nothing. Totally nothing more to give.
The heat of his body was the first actual warmth that I experienced in a long time, and, despite all, despite who he was, what he symbolized, I was becoming weak in his arms. I shut my eyes, as he shouldered me along the corridors, partly because I was tired, partly because I could no longer bear to look at his face and attempt to read whatever expression he happened to be spoting.
Arriving at my room he lay me on the bed with a sof
