He was out in the cold somewhere, maybe lost, maybe hurt, maybe even dying. Guilt overwhelmed her. She'd wished him dead a hundred times; but now that he might truly be in danger, she was filled with remorse for ever having harbored such thoughts. She hadn't meant it; it was just childish anger, nothing more. Most days she dreaded the sound of his footsteps, but right now…there was nothing she'd welcome more! Her head told her it was only because she needed his brute strength, his skill as a hunter; but her heart said something else. Was it possible that she didn't hate him quite as much as
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He hasn’t come home and now she thinks she’s in love with him? WTF?
