“But you thought he would hurt me the night in the Dying Woods.” “That was different. When the Primal takes their true form in anger, they are not themselves. They become anger and power and can lash out. And while I knew he wouldn’t harm you in anger as he is usually, I didn’t know what he’d do in that form.” His gaze touched mine. “But now I do. He stopped himself. Not because I was there. He could’ve fucked me up. He stopped himself. Now, I know.” “Know what?” “That what he feels for you goes beyond fondness. He cares for you.”
