He entered and a war sprang to life within me, logic waring with instinct and I felt like running so I could get control again. Feeling so close to losing control was so unnatural to me it was making me crazy. The savageness I'd hidden from Eva surged forward and I made myself stay still, digging my nails into the flashy part of my palm I fought to hold onto control to keep from screaming in frustration. I just wanted her to accept my apologies so I could go back to feeding as I done for 75 years and get back to being me. Get back to being happy and full of joy. But I owed her this to at least stay and listen to what she had to say even if it was painful for me.