Her breath caught at the touch of his fingers. She resisted the urge to act as feral as she felt and bite him, then realized that wasn't really really what she wanted to do.

The urge underneath scared her more than the discussion.

"I know there are." It was more an admission than a snapping. "And I'm not ashamed of what I had to do to survive." She swallowed, hard. "But I'm more than that." That sounded hollow even to her ears, because maybe. Maybe she really wasn't.

Those urges underneath seemed to support that.