Thea snarls again. Sam still pays no attention. Thea cannot handle this, she wants him away, but she cannot bring herself to wound him. Seeing that wolf, remembering all their times together, she can’t do it, but it doesn’t mean she is ready to be a piece in whatever game he is playing.
Thea finally shifts, placing her small hands on his large shoulder and pushing back forcefully as she shouts at the wolf, her voice full of desperation and sounds halfway between a scream in anger and a choked back sob, even when she is so mad, and she knows that he is playing her, the small bit of affection breaks her down, it is such a harsh way to use her, as she needs it, she needs something in her cold life. That is what makes this all so ruthless, he played on her need.
He played on her kindness. It
