"I will not," I say softly, immediately. "I am too weak to be without you."

I shudder again at the memory of that man with Enter's face, that poor, innocent man with Enter's face, looking about to attack Genta...

I look up at him at last, at the fear and weariness on his face, and my heart squeezes.

"I am so sorry," I gulp, then without my conscious intervention, my hands are cupping his face, and my lips are on his with desperate urgent kisses.