He'd kill her, he swore an oath right then and there. The next time he saw her he'd kill her. She'd ruined him, made him something he wasn't. And for that she'd have to pay, the price was blood.

Alone at last, she cleaned up the confetti and mess that her friends had left her with. She was thankful it was over, the rush of her day was coming to an end. Inside she swore bitterly, it was all his fault. There was no way to explain this all to anybody, and she could only blame him

How was she supposed to tell her brother the truth when he got older? He'd remember parts, that much she already knew. But he'd want the full story eventually. She could only blame Jareth now for the fact that her brother would hate her in a year or two. She'd get her revenge, she vowed angrily, the moment she saw him again, she'd get him.

And she knew that would be sooner than either of them would care for.