She shuddered, remembering those weeks of Sabine in a fugue state because of Cortez, and the stories she'd heard of what he did to Nina, and the realization of what he could have done to her. But if he'd touched Jag...

"If it happens again," because who knew with this place, it might. "Tackle me, not Cortez. Promise me." As much as she feared the madness that probably lay in her future, and that Cortez could trigger with a touch, she feared Jag's fire burning out of control, especially if he had to live with what it did to her just as much.