That dark called to her. It stroked the terror inside her, the vast power that had lain dormant and suppressed deep inside. She had never lost that jagged edge, nor had it dulled during that span of time. It was always there, just under the surface, waiting to strike again. She feared it, terrified that one day it might burst from under her skin and ruin her new life. That just as it had done with Martin, it would scare away her family. So she concentrated and exerted lots of energy constantly to keep it trained inside her, to not let her wrath peek out from underneath. It was quite a difficult task, and she didn’t always succeed.