“I don’t care if he’s gentle,” I say, turning around to shove my feet back into the boots. I don’t even bother to do up the laces, because I just need to get away. Out there, in the depths of the cave, where its secrets stay hidden and depths stay untouched. “I’m going back out.” “Auren—” “He’s not looking me over, and I’m going back out to the fucking cave!”
