No getting around that. âI was damaged even before Orrin died. That just pushed me over some edge in my own mind. But the Larkspurs took me in, didnât judge me, tried to make me a part of the family. I suddenly had two older brothers, one older sister, and one younger sister.â
âSounds like too much to handle.â
âFor a while, it was.â Overwhelmed by the loud, laughing family, she had curled up in corners and hidden. âThen one day, I realized Iâd been there for a year and no one had hurt me. By the time you were released, I was twelve and functioning fairly well.â Nightmares only once or twice a week, acting out at school less and less.
âSo you decided to leave me in the past.â A bitter laugh. âWhy the hell not?â
âNo. It wasnât like that.â She reached out to him, dropping her hand in midtouch when he withdrew even deeper into the darkness. âI justââ How could she possibly explain the tortured confusion that had driven her? Sheâd known she wasnât yet strong enough to stand up to Clay, to face the horrors of the past, but she had worried for him, too.
âI stole four years of your freedom. I was determined not to be a burden on you for the rest of your life.â Barely twelve years old and sheâd known he would give up everything to keep her safe. âI didnât want to force you into bondage, into caring for me because I was too weak to care for myself. Youâd already spent most of your life doing that for Isla.â That fact had twisted the relationship between mother and child, turned it into that of caretaker and patient. The thought of Clay putting her into the same category had made Talin distraught. It still did.
âDonât lie to me.â It was a lethal warning. âYou were scared so you ran.â
âIâm telling the truth.â She swallowed. âBut yes, I was scared, too. You didnât see what I saw, Clay. That day in Orrinâs bedroom, you turned into someone I didnât know, someone more vicious than anyone Iâd ever known.â She waited for him to say that heâd done it for her, but he didnât. Her guilt intensified. âWhy donât you blame me? It would make this so much easier. Blame me, yell at me, God damn it!â
âFor what, Talin? What did you do? Be my friend. That was your only crime.â He remained unmoving, so much a part of the forest that she could hardly tell where he began and the night ended. âThese Larkspursâwhy arenât you going to them for help?â
âI brought darkness into that family. I canât bring evil.â
âTheyâre your pack, they would stand by you.â
She was startled at his word usage. âMy pack? No, I donât think they are. IâI was a visitor. I made myself a visitor, left the family at sixteen after getting a full board and study scholarship.â Even their name, she had borrowed only until adulthoodâlong enough to blur the waters and dead-end any search Clay might have mounted. âI never let them in.â
âWhy not?â
âDo you let your pack touch your soul?â she asked, desperate to learn about his new life, his new world, years of hunger coalescing into this single moment.
âDarkRiver cats have a way of adopting you even if you donât particularly want to be adopted.â It was a snarl. âIf I bleed, theyâll come to my aid. They would kill for me.â
She shivered at the wild violence of his statement. But there was also a seduction in that kind of loyalty. It made her wonder about bonds of a far different sort. âDo youâ¦do you have someone in your pack?â
He went very still. âI donât scent a mate on you.â
âMe?â Her voice came out high, startled. âNo. IâNo.â
He remained silent.
She coughed. âI donât want to get in the way