She shrugged, shoulders rounded, posture concave. "We made a deal. I gave him a shot, an' if it didn't work he'd leave me be. It didn't work."

Rogue gave him a guilty, guarded glance. "If he breaks it, I don't hafta keep playin' nice."

That was when she could get others involved. If he crossed the line. But for now, everything worked out just fine. She hoped.

Which was why she felt guilty, sick, and miserable. It just wasn't fair. And she was so ashamed.