She ought to stay away. After what she'd done, after what she'd thought -- she had no right to see Greg again. She ought to stay far away. She was a monster, a nightmare given flesh! ...and yet the music drew her because it soothed her. She needed it more than she needed to protect Greg from herself, even though knowing that hurt her.

Meril sank to her knees next to him, her arms wrapped tight around herself, and let the music wash over her.