Ignoring the splintering agony in my chest, I pushed myself forward, screaming in anger and fear, barely even realising what I was doing, just knowing that despite everything he had ever done to me, despite all the wounds he had inflicted, all the pain he had caused, that I needed him and wanted him more than anything I had ever needed or wanted in my whole life. Even if he were to cause me an eternity more of pain, I wasn't going to just leave him. Because he had never left me. When she gasped in pain and surprise, I was so close, almost with my arms wrapped around her great body and she could have taken me then. She could have ripped open my throat or she could have lashed at my stomach with those razor sharp claws of hers and spilled my guts out onto my feet. But of course, it was only
