"Being apart from you even under normal circumstances would torment me. How can I tolerate such a thing as you being in the same house with those who murdered my sister?" "I'll hear things that will help you," she persisted. He shook his head, his face set in implacable lines. She attempted to tease him, wanting the darkness to recede from his eyes. "Do one of your sleeping numbers on yourself, or teach me how to do it. I'll happily help you fall asleep." His hand slipped around her throat experimentally. "I bet you would."