His brain interpreted the word and he shook his head. It was too late, she was already coming at him. Aidan used his speed and moved away, to where she was standing. His hands were up and out, surrender.
If anybody should kill him, it should be her. But his love of life and phobias of what would come after his death were still too strong.
"No! Dakta'demon hamas'met! Monda ou'man kit. Monda nilay makta." Aidan kept moving as she spoke. He didn't want to fight her. The need to not provoke her further kept his fangs in check. "My sins are passed. I try daily to redeem myself. I want to redeem myself for what I did to you..."