"I think I would have preferred the room," Krem said softly, looking up at the ceiling. Bull hadn't restrained him, hadn't needed to. The closet didn't open from the inside, and there's been nothing to hurt himself with in there. In the bedroom, he had his weapons.

But he nodded in agreement. "I don't know what would have happened," he admitted. "And I hate that more than anything else. That I don't know what...what that thing would have made me do."