I’ve never had sex,” repeated Artemis. “Never wanted to.” It was her turn not to look at him as she spoke. “Not with a man or with a woman, or with an animal, though my family joke about it. And I never will. The thought of it disgusts me. But the others – my family – they think that means I haven’t got any feelings. That I could never care about anyone, that I don’t know what love is, just because I don’t-” she shuddered. “But you know what?” she said, turning to him now. “I really loved my dogs. Everyone laughs at me for it, but it’s true. The time I spent with them, running, hunting, those were the happiest times of my life. They understood me. They were animals but they understood me far better than anyone in my family ever will. We shared something, we were the same. And they made me kill them.