Otter Creek Only here for the weekend

She couldn't hear anything he said next above the sudden ringing in her ears. She stared at him, watching his mouth move as he quite clearly pleaded with her. But through his ruse was fairly convincing, Wildfire couldn't stop thinking about that day when she'd beaten him bloody on the mountaintop. She couldn't explain why this flashback served as a dire warning; it just did. She was in terrible danger and she knew it with every fiber in her body.

"No," she answered, "I don't trust you. I don't know you! Who are you?" Wildfire demanded in a quavering voice. There was a beat in which her stomach seemed to fold in on itself before she demanded, "What have you done to me?" and then began screaming, "Arlo! Arlo!"