She was fixated at his stern command momentarily stiffening at the sternness in his voice, though its forgotten when he suddenly admits to her that he's in love with her. Flicking her brows up, she regards him in silence though she wants to scream at him that he is a fool for loving her. It's with this thought that occupies her mind through the entirety of her shower and it still plagues her as she finishes and steps out of the bathroom. Eyes trained on William as he stands quickly, she wraps her arms around her as her frame is again racked with shivers. Allowing him to now take her hand in his, she lets him lead her back into the bathroom, water littering the floor.

Glancing at their reflections in the mirror she is suddenly transported back to the time Will was deposited on her bathroom floor as she patched him up. A ghost of a smile touches her lips at the memory though she doesn't comment on it, instead she leans slightly over as he begins to dry her hair. She should feel childish for letting him but somehow she doesn't, she finds comfort in it and if she were being honest with herself it felt strangely good, almost like the time when Sam brushed out her hair for her.

These memories that danced through her mind made her realize just how very much she had to lose if she couldn't find a loophole.

Feeling his lips brush against her forehead, she sighs into him but doesn't make a move to inch closer to him. Her gaze travels up to Will's locking eyes with him as he weakly commands her to be normal. An almost humorous smile ghosts her lips again, "Last I checked I couldn't be any less normal," she jokes weakly. Letting her hand remain in his, he's pulling her back across the room and into his lap on one of the chairs. She doesn't relax into him but she isn't uncomfortable in his warm embrace. Still, a few random shivers caress her body as the shuddering of her frame tries to warm her up.

Rubbing a hand up and down her arm she ponders his questions for a while in silence, wondering how the best way it would be to explain to him. Pulling away from him, she stands and begins to pace the room, her eyes traveling over the titles of his books before she traces the spines with a delicate finger before responding, "When I was 8 I lost control of my fire because I had a tantrum for something I can't even remember. I set my house in flames including my parents and my older sibling and I remember lying in the ash of my home, the scorched bodies of my family scattered around me while I was not harmed. I remember not crying even when I looked at what remained of my mother, I was simply numb to what had happen.

Ivan found me hours later after the flames went out and the coals had died, he took me in with promises of never losing to my fire again. He raised me and trained me to what I am now today," she trails off as she moves around the side of the bed to the next pile of books, her eyes scanning through his reading material and still she keeps her eyes from William, "He was right, after he took me in I never lost control to my fire again. Though I am grateful to him for raising me and teaching me to defend myself, I have no love for the man, and as I grew older I realized that our... relationship was not normal I started to rebel.

I learned very quickly that he had complete and utter control over him, he could do as he wish, command me. The first time I rebelled he was furious, he was so angry I truly thought I would die by his hand that night, that was when he gave me the scars on my back. After that I had learned that something was just not right, the fact that I couldn't even leave the grounds of his home, even when I was standing just at the edge of the yard, I couldn't take that step out of the grass. For years, I didn't realize that it wasn't natural, I was raised in seclusion until I was old enough to start taking jobs.

The more I traveled and the more people I killed I had finally come to the conclusion that Ivan had some sort of power, a very strong power that he holds over me," she pauses finally halting in her steps and turning to face Will across the room, "Not just me either, his entire staff at his home are utterly under his control. He gives me more free reign because it simply amuses him," she scoffs angrily, "Still, to this day I don't know what his affinity is or how he is able to command such obedience," finishing her tale, she shrugs her shoulders and looks away from him.

It was the first time she had shared that story with anyone but she had the distinct feeling that William deserved to know. She felt strangely comforted in being able to share her darkest nightmares and realize she wouldn't be judged for it, yet even then an uneasiness fell over her, "You shouldn't love me, Will, you don't want to be a part of this mess."