No matter what she thought of me, I was still the lesser evil.

I wondered if her mate would be kind to her. I know that if I was her mate, I'd show her what I could do in the bedroom chambers...she wouldn't be able to walk for days.

She was a looker, I'd always thought that. Perhaps that was why I was jealous of her beau at one time, but I took it upon myself to end all of my connections with them.

Oddly enough it was after that night she was speaking of.

Now, why would I do that if I couldn't recall hurting her in any way?