Eleanor sat on the edge of the bed, watching as yet another sunrise fell. The last time she saw Conaan was five days ago and his scent, ever dominant still lingered to remind her of exactly what she was missing. It hurt. And for once, she felt like she was starting to pay for all those years of loneliness.

No matter what she did to him, he would stay. Be patient, forgive. But this one time, she couldn't take out the rage she saw in his eyes, the way he spoke. She couldn't take out the feel of his hug. He wasn't angry, was not warm. It was...hurt.

'Are you...