Stone Circle [m] I am not a woman, I'm a god

She felt cornered by his pleading. Mae started to back away, hackles lifting instinctively even as she fought the rise of anger filling her lungs, her throat, her mouth. She tasted blood.

Yeah, well, maybe I don't want to leave. Maybe I want to stay here. But it doesn't fucking matter, haven't you learned that by now? Her voice was lifting against her will, tinged with the beginnings of a growl. She couldn't breathe. There was blood in her mouth, blood in the air and she needed to go she needed to leave she needed —

Just forget it. Just forget me.

"You'll die anyway," Moss's voice in a sing-song tone, just behind her shoulder. Mae flinched and took another step back, her breath coming faster now.

You can't help me, Another step back, then another. No one can.

Mae ran.