He looked away when she said that, heaving out another useless sigh. "I know," he said, just giving up and drawing her into his arms. At least he was sort of warm from the blood he'd drank a little bit ago.
"I'm scared I'll make it worse, Cara," he admitted. "What if I freak out on her. I don't know if she'll agree to stab or shoot me if it comes to it." And that concerned him most.