Ashia snarled right back and her's had fire in it.<span style="color: #404040">"shouting and slamming things is not gentle! gentle is keeping a calm, soothing voice, like i did with you last night. gentle is taking your time, not barking orders like she is a bad puppy that shit in the house. gentle is soft, like when you run her hand up her thigh while she is sleeping and you don't want to disturb her, just touch her because you love her. gentle is leading with your heart, not your fucking temper! shout at me if you must but every time you shout at her i will fucking punch you in the face! i will protect her from you Vyre, i promised you that last night and i meant it."</span>Anna was stiff and fearful in Vyre's arms despite her tears her voice pained and confused. "<span style="color: #4da6ff">h-how can you ever p-prove that? h-how can i e-ever trust th-that you mean it? your a-angry n-now! h-how do i know y-you mean th-this and not wh-what you said last n-night? i d-don't know wh-what to believe a-anymore... i w-want t-to believe y-you but wh-what if your j-just lying to m-make me feel better? i d-did that w-with my h-husband... i w-would t-tell him it d-didnt hurt th-the next day wh-when he cried and s-said he w-was s-sorry for h-hurting m-me... i g-gave up m-my faith f-for you, it-it was all th-that i had through m-my marriage... i c-can give u-up sex... i c-cant give you up."</span>she looked into Vyre's eyes through her tears and nodded a little.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"i st-still trust you... i stayed."  </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>