“No. There is nothing of those particular memories that do anything for my time now,” she said, voice suddenly hard as she shook her head. “There is nothing to be accepted in what another woman did with my body with a man who killed Cain’s wife,” she said flatly, hissing the words as if someone, particularly Cain, might overhear her.

“I will not deny the cards are right about my life with DG and all that happened but I can not accept there is anything useful to be garnered from those memories. And you’re right. That is for me. That is me being unwilling to something even if I wanted, I can not have, not to mention focusing on something that had absolutely nothing to do with me. Just because I have memories of it, doesn’t make it my life!”

The very thought scared her and that brought out a rush of anger before she could hold herself back. “Without a thought to producing an heir to run the O.Z. when my time is past, then there is no reason to focus on any desires that may well stem from that and will not, can not, be healthy for me.”