“Jusqu'où tu me laisserais aller?” How far would you let me go? He murmured so low, I barely heard him. My heart stopped beating, and I came up blank. I couldn’t answer his question. I didn’t know my boundaries; I didn’t want to put limits on learning how to coexist, and I definitely didn’t want to show the depth of fear I had that Q would eventually go too far and kill me.
