Just the look on Moira's face made her heart squeeze in pain. She had known the pain her honesty was going to cause, but it didn't make it any easier to see the actual outcome. She was glad again of the dim light so that it would be hard to differentiate where his teeth had taken to her skin versus where she had other bruises and cuts. The only one that was really prominent was the large laceration on her shoulder that had been fixed by his hand. That had been the tipping point though. She hated that it still ached at the memory of stitching without numbing medication.

She turned her eyes down, there was shame written in every part of her body as she clung to herself as if trying to become even smaller. She wanted to disappear into the water.

It wouldn't have surprised her that Reaper had gone to her for help. After all, she had been on a path of destruction and Reaper had been an obsession and need of hers. She had been relentless in her pursuit of him and she had known that he wanted it, giving her even more drive to get him.

Angela couldn't face her when she tried to formulate the words to explain. "I don't know entirely. After eating the cake, I was consumed by things I would never usually think about. I cared for things that don't usually matter to me, and I had no desire to live by any rules. He found me eating the cake that first night and I think we became obsessed with each other after a single night of destruction, drinking, and fighting. I felt like I had to have him and nothing could get in that way." She wanted to point out that Moira's neglect of her had aided to it, but she didn't want to make Moira blame herself for any of it. The first night she and Moira had had sex, it had been good and she had loved it. After that it was like she had become distant. "Perhaps my desire to find Gabriel was twisted by the cake and it grew out of that. It doesn't even matter, I broke my fidelity to you and I am so sorry."