"Wrath let his head fall back as if he were utterly exhausted. "Why are you doing this." Abruptly, she thought of what he'd said to her when her needing had hit and he'd found her trying to get at the drugs. In a voice that cracked, she replied, "Because I love you. And you either don't want to acknowledge it, or you can't see that far into the future, but this really, totally matters to you. I'm telling you, Wrath, this is the kind of stuff that people never get over. And like I said, you want to quit? Fine. That's your choice. But I'll be good and g*dd*mned if I'm going to let someone take it away from you." He brought his jaw back to level. "You don't get it, . It's over." "Not if I have anything to do with it." There was a long moment . . . and then he reached out and crushed her to him, holding her so tightly she could feel her very bones bend. "I'm not strong enough for this," he whispered in her ear--like he didn't want anyone to hear that coming out of his mouth. Ever. Running her hands up his powerful back, she held him just as hard. "But I am." -Wrath & Beth"