Before Wen, he`d enjoyed women and experienced warm, even tender, feelings for them. But that was nothing compared to what he felt for Wen. The desire to make her happy was like a physical ache. The thought of anyone harming her or taking her from him filled with feverish rage. She could ask anything of him and he would do it.
True love, Hilo mused, was sensual and euphoric, but also painful and tyrannical, demanding obedience.