The first desire is to make her shut up at any cost. To silence her until she crossed the barely perceptible line that still holds her, does not allow her to throw out all the rage that hisses inside, spits out fiery drops of deadly lava.

- Don't go into a swamp you can't get out of, Eve.

Through clenched jaws, suppressing the need to tear a sneer from her contemptuous lips. Tear out with teeth, with meat ...

“Then help me, Dark,” she whispered unexpectedly. So unexpected that I froze, looking into her eyes, trying to understand why this whisper, instead of the wave of anger that just unleashed...