Swiftcurrent Creek redrum

Bazi nodded again, but the full impact of Jace's words were lost on her. They lived in separate dimensions, as far as this preservation of their souls was concerned; Bazi felt very much in control of herself and her destiny - Jace was at the mercy of an internal war. "But Njal would kill for Tuwawi," she ventured, trying her best to understand. "If someone - another pack, let's say - were to kidnap her.. he would go to the ends of the earth to get her back. His loyalties would be all screwed up, and we would all understand that - although I couldn't say that he wouldn't be killed, of course.. but let's not think about that. So if something happened, and someone used you, we would at least understand. I think it's the blackouts that concerns me about your..condition. That lack of control you've talked about." She trailed off and averted her eyes, brows knotting together as she pondered. Suddenly, her eyes flew back to Jace's face. "Here's a scenario - let's say you're sparring, with me, and I piss you off by going too far - maybe I bite too hard, and you lose your temper. Would you go after me?"