Not rage. He was cold. She remembered cold and cold was worse. Shouting she could handle. Fury and hurt she could take. But cold. She hated when he was cold because it meant that he'd gone past the heat of anger and into disappointment. He'd come back to hot anger later of course when he'd processed the whole thing. How long, he was asking. About as long as he'd been around but that wasn't what Sam meant. She knew what he meant. "I've known about two and a half weeks. That night he had us all for dinner, I went in first remember. I just looked and I knew, of course I knew. The glamour means nothing to me. He grabbed me and told me if I said anything he'd kill Mary and John and whoever else you cared about. He told me he'd have no hesitation and...I didn't know what else to do but keep it from you."
This was getting to her more than she would ever have expected. Why wouldn't he just look, or shout, or do something other than that blank stare and occasional sips of beer. He couldn't even look at her yet. "It's not because its him you know. That's not why I didn't say. I just know what he's capable of, you know that as well as anyone does. So when he threatened all I knew to do was agree to keep it from you. Because he's done it before, taken it all from you before and I thought if I could watch him, I know him better than anyone else here and I figured maybe I could work something out, stop him and you'd never have to know there was a danger but life doesn't work like that. And then I wanted to tell you. I wanted to tell you so bad when you were talking about trust and my lies and needing to know I was honest and hell I know you probably can't trust me ever again but please at least say you know why I did what I did, even if you do think I'm an idiot"
Her hands were clasped tightly together in front of her as another tirade escaped her for a couple of seconds. Stuff she had to say to him or loose him forever. Stuff she was scared to say in case she lost him anyway. All her fears all her issues. The last lie. Tears stained the demons eyes, shifting them black as her emotional state rose futher into hysteria. "Before that night, I didn't know, I swear I didn't know. I'm not one of his anymore Sam, I haven't been since that night I told you the truth about me. No, no before then, I haven't been his since you told me you loved me and I told you it back. That look in your eyes that day it changed something in me, and we were scared remember cause love was wrong. Please just tell me it again. Can you do that?"