"Nasuada? I…. I…" Murtagh whispered, struggling to find words with her in front of him, after all this time.

Chapter 3

How could he not have realized? Who else would Galbatorix have wanted but Nasuada. Capturing her would put the Varden, without a leader, in utter chaos. Murtagh felt the fool.

"You knew it was me…the entire time, and yet you said nothing?" Murtagh yelled at Nasuada, walking with in inches of her.

"And what did you expect of me? You are mine enemy." Nasuada spat.

"And what you said about King Orrin, the others- is that all true? Or were you just trying to torment me?" Murtagh asked, his voice rising in anger. Nasuada could see the hurt on his face, despite his attempts to hide it.

"Of course it was true. I am a woman, Murtagh, and the council is pushing me to find a suitable betrothal, they think it best for the resistance if there were a…masculine face for the rebellion." Nasuada struggled to reply. She found the council's dire need of a male leader disgusting and distasteful. "And as for torment, you have no right to say that. It is you who has tormented me, Murtagh! How could you betray Eragon and the Varden. Tell me, did you have a hand in my father's death? Did you even try to help him? Or did you laugh as he fell?"

Nasuada was shaking now, but she had to know the truth. She couldn't even look at Murtagh's face, afraid of what evil she might learn. But when he didn't answer her, she looked up, surprised to see them inches apart from each other.

"Then it's true…" Nasuada's voice trailed off as Murtagh grabbed her, kissing her, silencing her. His right hand held her head, as his left caressed her side. As his tongue gained entrance, Nasuada could feel herself kissing him back. Her body seemed to melt in his arms. She wrapped her hands into his long black hair, a soft moan escaping her lips. She could feel Murtagh's hot breath on her neck now, as he held onto her, ending the kiss. She let her hand fall onto his chest, feeling him shudder underneath her touch.

Still reeling from the kiss, the cold air awoke Nasuada from her trance like state. What was she doing? This was madness? Her own father was dead because of him.

"Get off me…" Nasuada whispered "GET OFF ME!" With a shove she pushed Murtagh aside. She was angry at him for taking advantage of the situation, for making her feel things she had tried to suppress for so long. But mostly she was angry with herself, for kissing him back, for forgetting her own responsibility and duty, for loving a traitor.

"You kissed me back..." Murtagh muttered, he had felt her respond to him, why was she denying it now?

'MURTAGH!' A voice boomed in Murtagh's mind, making him double over in pain. Several Oaths were muttered, and his eyes glazed over in red.

He rose up slowly, walking toward Nasuada again. With one spell, she fell to the ground. He grabbed her limp body, and threw her over his shoulder, jumping on Thorn. He flew off into the dark night, to his master's castle.

A/N: Hello my dear, dear readers. So sorry this took so long to write (I know it was short). I've been extremely busy with work, and today is actually my birthday, that means I'm having sushi tonight! So I thought I would give us all a present and write another chapter. I do however apologize for my attempts at romance in this chapter. I tried to make the kiss hot and heavy, but I feel as if I've failed miserably.

So, now Murtagh and Nasuada are headed for Urubaen(sp?) and most importantly Galbatorix!! Bum-Bum-Bum!