‘Morag’s only a danger to herself, and good at making my life a misery when all hell breaks loose…There’s nothing she can do. Not really… Her anger will be aimed at me, but I’m not about to go back to sneaking around and hiding you. In time she will finally just have to accept this; accept us.’ He paused thoughtfully. ‘I’m just worried she does something dumb to herself, although after the scare cutting her arms gave her; I’m not so sure she would hurt herself that way anymore.’
Lifting her chin to him within the circle of his arms, she kissed him slowly, resting her forehead against his as he leaned down nearer her height.
‘You don’t think she will try and hurt herself this time?’
‘That time, years ago… She was in a different place; mentally she was worse. I know it’s hard to believe,
