She needed to step back, to get away from him. He wasn't restraining her, that Bast knew she could have fought off with little trouble. But his hands on her shoulders seemed to lock her into place, just because he was touching her. And she needed to step back, because if she didn't, it wouldn't be long before...
Oh hell, now he was touching her hair. And telling her how he loved her. And she was letting him. Bast's brain screamed at her to interrupt him, to tell him to shut up again, to stop him from explaining because each word was going right to her heart. She was going to end up doing something really stupid if she didn't step back, right the fuck now.
Then he said something that didn't quite fit. Something she could focus on. Something other than the love stuff.
"What do you mean," she asked, her voice low and dangerous, "whisked me away after the New Year's Ball? I didn't see you at the New Year's Ball."
Bast would have remembered that. Clearly. Because the hurt then had still been far too raw and it would have killed her to see him then. She would have given in to him then. But she'd not seen Hermod. She'd gone with Anubis, danced with a few people, gotten herself quite drunk and gone home before midnight. The only thing that had stood out about that night was the guy who refused to take off his mask.
His bunny mask.
Growing horror rose in her eyes as she looked at Hermod. Had he been there? Had that been him? Had he lied to her by not revealing himself?
Her voice still low, but much harder this time, she repeated, "What do you mean, whisked me away after the New Year's Ball, Hermod."