He listened, and held her close. He hated Sinister more with every word. It was almost a physical sensation: his stomach twisted and writhed. "Bastard."
He spat the word like the vilest curse. But the he regained control of himself, shaking his head. That wouldn't help Naamah. He hugged her, stroking her softly. "I'm sorry. So sorry. I don't- I wish this had never happened to you."