He didn't use her real name, calling her a bitch instead feigning cold hearted contempt; he forced the words out quickly. He was furious at her for her betrayal, for her lies, for the way she made him act like a fool but most of all for leaving him alone. For making tears, real hot tears, gather in his blue eyes unlike even the worst pain could cause. He had given her what small amount of humanity was left in him and she had taken it with her to the icy depths. He knew as well as M knew that his heart was anything but cold and contemptuous right now.