Bright shards of sunlight were beginning to pierce through the peace of Jocelyn Fray's dreamless sleep. Wrapped Luke's a warm embrace she lay for a few minutes listening to the sound of his heart beating. Only then did she realise something is wrong. You see werewolves heartbeats are slightly faster than humans, and this heartbeat was in perfect timing with her own. Yet there was something overwhelmingly familiar about the way she fit perfectly in this strangers arms. A shock so violent that it sent waves crashing like a tsunami through her entire body, pulled her unceremoniously from any state of sleep and had her pushing out of his arms as if she had been dowsed in holy fire. But Valentine Morgenstern tightened his arms around her and whispered quietly, too quietly
"Good morning, love. Did you sleep well?"
Jocelyn ignored this, in disgust, and continued to fight tooth and nail the free herself from the iron cage that were his arms. She managed to free one arm and attempted to tear his eyes out of the sockets, but he knocked her hand away and pinned it more firmly under his as casually as he did this every day. He probably did the bastard she thought bitterly. She proceeded to try and spit in his face but again he lazily extracted his other arm and covered her mouth. But it was no use the more she fought, the tighter he held her and the angrier they both got. It went on like this for a few minutes before he held her so tightly she was beginning to feel faint form the lack of oxygen. Good she thought let me faint, let me get away from this nightmare. But Valentine seeing what was going to happen if he held on let go, still keeping a strong grip on her fiery red hair, not that he cared much if she was hurt whilst disobeying him but after the trouble it had taken for him to take her he wanted her to be awake to see what he had done.
She sat up as far as she could with his hand holding a fist full of her hair, and looked up at him like a deer in the headlights with her vibrant green eyes wide and full of dread. He was looking back at her with a mixture of triumph and disappointment. This women, Jocelyn Morgenstern, as the reason he had spent the last years of his life having to raise a broken boy alone, the reason he had finally lost his mind, the reason he had been celibate for SIXTEEN YEARS! A wave of pure unadulterated hatred washed over him and he flung her from him has hard as he could, which was a considerably amount of strength. Jocelyn hit the wall with such force she felt her arm and ribs break on impact, she bit back the scream of pain that was threatening to burst from her. The tactical shadow hunter part of her mind was telling her to ignore the pain and run, but Valentine was looming over her before she could put the idea into action. He had always been and big man. Broad shouldered, thick set muscles and a face, which she had always thought of as sculptured, but which was now almost always fixed into a cold scowl. But looking up through her haze of pain she did not see this expression, his face which as always so cold and inscrutable was as open as a book. It was full of rage, pain and for some reason confusion.
As suddenly as letting the air out of a balloon Valentine seemed to deflate. He crouched in front of her and pulling a stele, apparently out of nowhere, he began to draw an iratze on her wrists. Jocelyn sat and waited watching his skilled movements and the way his muscles moved under his shirt. It was really amazing how the same muscles that hurt her could also heal. Once done he looked up through his silver lashes and said very carefully and clearly
"Try and run and I will break every bone in your legs. Try and crawl away and I will break every bone in both your arms. And so on and so on until I run out of bones. And don't think that I will heal you next time, you wanted to live as a mundane therefore I will treat you like one" He stood and walked to the door. "Not that I think that will stop you"
He turned swiftly and knocked her out cold. Oh well he thought mildly she will learn. And with that Valentine walked out of the room locking inside it the women who was both his greatest love and greatest enemy.