She hadn't been frowning, as such. She'd been too busy staring at him for that, her mouth all but hanging open. Her own shock - or was it a combination of their feelings? - was just as palpable.

Carefully, she reached up and plucked the wreath of flowers out of her hair, crushing flower petals between her fingers. She was angry. Not just shocked. Angry. That was Goliath's body and, no matter what it was being used for, it wasn't under the control of the person who should have been using it.

"Good idea."