He wanted to forget it, to put it out of his head, to focus all his attention on the great progress that meant Lia was playing with the wolves... but he couldn't. Rage tingled with every inhalation, and if he didn't send memories to Katherine's progenitors it was only because he didn't know their names.

Leah stopped playing after a few minutes and advanced toward him. She knelt to his right, resting on her heels, and looked out at the sea: at the waves crawling up to her knees, and those breaking further out against the rocks.

She was his own ocean, he was able to appreciate her in all her beauty, but he would not be able to discover her depths in all their magnitude, at least not as long as she continued to be silent.

He dropped down on one elbow and took a picture of her. How could he not be angry if Katherine had no idea of the way that girl captivated him? He stroked her back with upward moves, from her buttocks to the nape of her neck, and Lia