Holding on. Couldn't. Couldn't say she'd be his, no matter what. Because. That was why she was here, wasn't it? But that was the wrong way around. She wasn't sure if she could be here if he was a Turk.

Dizzying and wrong and she felt like screaming and crying, herself, but she didn't know why, and if she started, she'd never stop.

"Breathe," she said gently. "I've got you."

That much she knew was true.