Jarek.
"You will not lose me," those were Lani's words, and they echoed in my head, playing on an excruciatingly slow loop as I walked through the double glass doors of Frostclaw's secret laboratory.
And by the gods, even though I feared that it may not be the truth, I also knew that I didn't have any other choice but to allow myself to get treated. I couldn't go on like this… and when I say like this, I mean like this. I mean my half sane, half mad episodes. I mean that moment I'd almost burst through the doors of my office to attack Leilani until I suddenly snapped into focus.
Goddess, I had seen the fear in Leilani's eyes, I had noticed the way she fidgeted as she regarded me… and that was something I hated, especially since I've always prided myself as her safe haven.
If she must be weary around anyone, then it mustn't be me…
