"I agree that you can't control feelings," she said quickly. After all, if she could she wouldn't still be harboring a crush for a man who saw her as a friend only. "It's what you do about those feelings that you control." Men proposed, not because their love and feelings were limitless, but because it was the next step meant to be taken. Because they sought after the security of marriage. "But, yes, we can agree to disagree."

The questions he posed left her deeply uncomfortable. Despite her overwhelming gratitude at having survived, Fallon couldn't really be anything but furious. Even now that a suspect was in custody she was still capable of murdering the bastard in cold blood, of torturing him in ways she hadn't even imagined yet. Pondering the opportunities she could've missed out on hadn't ranked anywhere near high enough to surpass the rage.

Shifting in her seat, Fallon met his gaze briefly before dropping it back down to her hands. It wasn't just rage she felt, but shame too. Shame for giving up as she had, for allowing him to get as sick as he did. If only she'd been just a little more focused, just a little more determined, maybe they could've escaped sooner. "All I am is angry, Lachlan. Angry it happened. Angry that I sleep so fitfully because I'm alone. Angry we — I gave up." She said lowly, her hands clenching into white knuckled fists. "I can carry on, act like everything's normal, but the second I think of it I'm right back in my fury."