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She lay in her bed, quiet with introspection and remembrance. The image of his ethereal face emerged in her mind. It felt as if her soul was writhing in pain within her.
"You have no power over me."
The phrase rang through her consciousness. It had to be the biggest lie she had ever told. He did have power over her. Immense power, and it scared her. Much more than she'd admit.
The temptation to give in to Jareth's request had been huge. She very nearly had. Sarah rolled on to her side and curled into a fetal position.
"Curse doing the right thing!" she muttered angrily, "It isn't fair." With that she finally started drifting off into blessed oblivion.
He banished the crystal with a graceful flick of the wrist and sighed. He watched her every night as she fell asleep. He loved the look of peace that would come over her features that she never had when he was near. Strangely, that hurt. He couldn't understand why. He wasn't known for being an emotional man for, in truth, he wasn't.
Except when Sarah was concerned.
He saw her as a weakness. When she had still been in the Labyrinth he had been so sure that she would fail that he hadn't taken the proper precautions against her getting under his skin and indeed she had. More so than he would have ever consciously allowed. She was a guilty pleasure. His equivalent of a chunky woman's double-fudge chocolate sundae. He almost felt sickened by it, both by his weakness and by the fact that she wasn't his. But what could be done? His pride forbid him to ask her again, even though if he did the circumstances would be different.
He pondered that point.
His pride did forbid him, didn't it? A thought dawned on him and an almost evil smile formed. Didn't his pride demand it?