Fenrir had always been a remarkably perceptive man. Time and time again he'd impressed her with his thoughtfulness, with the manner in which it seemed that he could read her mind. He knew that she was considering leaving. As much as she had enjoyed the time she spent with him, she knew it was not a long-term solution. His life might be isolated and his home rarely visited, but that didn't mean he was the answer to her problems. Hiding out with him was simply delaying the inevitable.