Control was key. She'd recently lost it in so many other quarters of her life -- just one never-ending unravel since the General's trick had been played. Her nights were barely hers; nightmares unattached to her lineage persisted and were calmed only by a strong sleeping draught provided, in confidence, by Sheena. Confronting Jack upon his return had been such a clumsy attempt to keep control over something she couldn't hope to dictate.

Hands on arms soon moved up to his neck. And soon thereafter were cupping his chin and drawing him down.