"Oh," Lucy suddenly whispered. She was beginning to have some rather… weird thoughts. Please stop doing that, it's bad for a girl your age, she told herself. But I'm fifteen! It's … normal! Besides, what kind of girl wanted to fantasize about her brother like that? It was just so wrong, but yet, to her, deep down inside, it felt…really nice. Edmund came back and sat down as if nothing had happened. He sat still for a couple of minutes, the only sound coming from Lucy as she tried to cover up her hiccups.

"Lucy," he spoke. That two-syllable word he had spat out in disgust until that very day he became a new man. Lucy was surprised at the way her name rolled off his tongue with ease, with compassion, with love.

"Yes?" she replied. Her hiccups had faded to a small squeak, but now the sound of his voice had her heart racing again. Oh, why was it so hard to keep her composure? She longed for him though she knew it was wrong.

"I want you…"

Lucy stopped. "What?"