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He continued along, his path set before him as he lightly trailed his teeth across the woman's spine. To feel the touch of another, it soothed his turbulent and damaged soul. Reek craved the intimacy and the feeling that he had lost when Tavi walked out the door. All in all, he just wanted to feel loved -- and this, this is how he would feel it again. In the arms of another.

But, she tensed. Reek slowed his ministrations and when she whipered his name, he ground to a halt. He could hear the apprehension in the quiver of her voice. Only now, in the wake of Vuk's rejection, did he realize the mistake he had made. His actions would break apart her family, and even though misery loves company, Reek did not wish to put either Vuk or Terich though the same pain he felt. He pulled away, and as he did, he thought of Tavi and the love he wanted to reclaim.

"I— I just— I'm so sorry," he stammered, casting his eyes downward in shame.