‘That was wrong,’ he pleaded. ‘What is this but wrong as well?’ Inara stepped back. The water rose beside them, it had shape now. A long-limbed dog, shaggy furred and grimy. Daefer. ‘Stay then,’ she said in a whisper. ‘No . . . Ina, you’re my home.’ ‘You’re not mine.’
THIS FUCKING CUUUUUUUUNT
