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didn t do anything wrong, he told her softly.  We didn t do anything wrong! You are my soul, my
other half. Without you, I am nothing. Don t you see that? Don t you feel it as I do? He brushed
the hair from her face.  Don t you see how right we are for each other?
 I m scared, she whispered, shaking in his arms.
Stefan held her tight.  I know, he whispered back.
 What are you doing to me? she croaked, resting her head on his chest.  Why do I feel safe in your
arms and at the same time want to run far away?
 Because I excite you, he answered.  And because your soul knows I am the only one for you.
 I ve never felt safe before, Stefan, she whispered, finally looking up at him.  Why do I feel safe
with you?
 Because deep in your heart and soul, you know I will never hurt you. He rubbed his hand up and
down on her back.
Stefan heard her sharp intake of breath and waited for the next surprise.  You bit me, she smiled,
touching the spot on her shoulder and glancing at him curiously.
A deep rumble of laughter escaped him.  You returned the favor as I recall several times.
Sidney giggled.  Yes, you re right, I did. Sidney s giggled once more before her smile faltered and
her fears once again crept inside. She moved away from him, pulling the sheet up and around her
breasts, sitting Indian style on the bed.  What are we doing? What am I doing? She moaned.
 Uh-oh. He groaned as he lay down on the bed.  Are we back to where I think we are?
 This changes nothing. She said softly, lowering her eyes and head, hugging the sheet closer to her
body.  You re still my captor.
 Nothing has changed in my eyes. He rose up on his side, resting his weight on one elbow, and
reached out to brush his knuckles against her cheek but missed with her scooting away.  You are
still my mate.
 And I m still as much a prisoner here as I am at home, she snapped, moving from the bed, taking
the sheet with her. Stefan watched her work at wrapping the sheet around her body, trying not to
smile at her sudden modesty or her anger.  You really are no better than my father.
That cooled him down.  I am a lot different from your father, he shot back hotly. Stefan also came
off the bed. He stood a few feet away from her naked as the day he was born.  I don t kill people.
 My father didn t kill anyone, she hissed. Her cheeks started to get red with her anger.
 Your father helped kill mine. Stefan let his bitterness go.  Did you know that? He was there that
night, hunting us down like animals! he yelled. Stefan shook his head and took a few deep calming
breaths.
 You can t know that, she whispered back.  You said you weren t there, you were hiding in a tree.
He placed both hands on his hips, turning his back to her for a moment.  I left the tree to go to the
house. He sounded dead and hollow, with his back still to her.  I watched them both cut on my
father. I heard his screams of pain. He turned back around to her, a tear slipping from his eye.  My
father saw me and the desperation in his eyes as well as his screams have haunted me for so many
years. Yes, I hid in the tree and prayed as I waited for my mother to come and find me. So, Sidney, I
do know what your father is capable of and ask you not to compare me to him.
 I can t do this, Stefan, she spoke soft, but the desperation was there as well as in her eyes. She was
scared.  I can t be what you want me to be and look over my shoulder for my father to come. She
swallowed hard.  I can t be your slave.
 I m not a slave master, Sidney. He grinned.  I m not asking you to be something that I know
you re not. All I want is you. That has always been what I wanted.
She shook her head, taking another step back, but this time he managed to get his hand on her and
pull her into his arms. Stefan smiled.  I m not expecting miracles here, all I m asking for is a chance
or a least a truce.
 A truce? She frowned and looked up at him, but surprisingly did not fight to get out of his
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