Her eyes drifted to look at him as he approached and spoke. Her eyes were devoid of emotions like when they first met, and her answer was simple and just as expressionless. “No.” She rolled over and tucked her left arm under her head, while her right lay along her side to the elbow and then folded down to hang across her belly. She curled her knees slightly and only half of her feet now hung over the edge of the bed.<br/><br/>She wasn’t lying either. While she had seen Kelly’s damages, even healed them, and had some images of what he’d done to her. She had not seen the events that had led up to them. Kelly’s happenings were so unpleasant and different from what was going on between Makoda and Lugoj, that she really couldn’t connect the dots. She was truly a virgin, in more than body in these types of situations.<br/><br/>She sighed at his last words. “Forget it.” She stared unseeingly at the foot of the bed and retreated back behind her barriers. As usual no one understood, not even other Magick Users and Witches. Truthfully, how could they. She didn’t need to mutter words or incantations, her power literally rested in and upon her. She could control it with just a thought. She just couldn’t get them to stop being so pissy when they came in contact with each other unless it was an emergency or threat. As if the Magicks had a truce, and work together if she needed, but otherwise they would rather not socialize.<br/><br/>She started contemplating just moving on. No one here could help her anyway. Well, maybe the Pixie, since she had seen Makoda’s Father twice already in one night. Perhaps she could ask the Pixie to deliver a message next time she saw him, before Makoda left. She needed to let go of the one sided friendship with her Shadow Walker.<br/><br/>In the end he’d just hurt her, perhaps like he had Kelly. Though in truth, the physical things they had done brought no response or thoughts to her. She could heal physical pain anyway. He would hurt her heart and Spirit. He<em>might</em>break her as he had Kelly, but it would take him far too long, Makoda’s sense of self was overly strong. A single tear formed in her eye and pooled until it slide off the bridge of her nose and rolled under her other eye to fall off the far side of her face.<br/>