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Chapter Fourteen

I glance between Maxon and Mason, and I immediately make my way toward Maxon. I haven't seen that look on his face for a very long time, well not since ee got married, at least. I don't know what his problem is, but he Bette get over himself very quickly. I make my way over to him with my hands on my hips, and the meanest look I can muster up. I look my husband straight in the eye reminding him that I still have the same temper I always have.

"What is wrong with you, Maxon?" I hiss, not very happy with his facial expressions and overall attidude. He isn't even looking at me, and instead is glaring over my shoulder at Mason. "Maxon!" I hiss bringing his attention back to me.

"Lets go America." He says through his gritted teeth as he grabs my arm and starts dragging me towards the guest wing. I don't take that to kindly and yank away from him.

"Don't touch me," I hiss, yanking my arm from his grip. Maxon looks back at with a shocked face. I never talk to Maxon in this manner, but this conduct is unbelievable and I will not stand for it. "Who do you think you are, Maxon Schreave?" I ask, and Maxon's voice goes cold once again.

"I know who I am," he replies cold as ice "Now come on, America. You are coming with me."

"No," I say "I was with Mason, and we were having a conversation, and you really have no right to just pull me away like that. I am your wife, not your your property. You do not have any right to pull me away when I am talking to my friend. Now if you would excuse me I am going to go back to Mason." I say, turning around to start heading back to Mason, who is still staring at us shocked by Maxon's outburst. I feel Max's hand wrap around my arm once again to pull me back, and I whip around to meet his angry gaze with one of my own.

"I don't want you with him." Maxon growls, his eyes blazing a certain emotion that is so rare with him a I'm sort if scared. "You are coming back to our room with me." I narrow my eyes at my demanding husband. Who does he think he is? Why is Maxon all of a sudden jealous of Mason? He was fine with it an hour before the plane landed in England. I can't believe he is embarrassing himself, and I in front of Mason, the future king, like this.

"You are acting like a child, Maxon." I hiss softly trying to gain control of my out of control husband. It was true, he is acting like an immature child. "Get a hold of yourself, and act like the Prince that everyone knows you can be." My blue eyes are blazing so bright I'm sure Maxon is half blind by now, but he has got me so worked up that I am shaking. I shake free of Maxon's arm and wait for him to apoligize, but of course he doesn't. Instead, he just turns on his heel and walks away. I watch him walk away until he has completly disappeared from my line of sight. I can sense Mason walking ul behind me.

"What was that about?" He asks

"I have absolutly no idea." I reply, shaking my head. "He's probably just in a bad mood. I'm not even going to bother eith him until he calms down. Lets get to lunch."

Lunch is reletively uneventeful. Exodct for the fact that Maxon keeps glaring a deep hole into Mason's back. I glare back at trying to give him a warning, but Maxon completely ignores me. This makes me worry, because this is definitely not the Maxon that I know and love. This is a completely different side of him that. I have never seen, and I don't like it at all. Maxon is the first one to leave after he finishes his lunch. Queen Isabella looks at with with a curious expression.

"What's wrong with Prince Maxon, America?" She asks, Mason looks over at me as well as everything one else at the table. I put my fork down, and swallow my mouthful of eggs.

"I really am not sure" I answer, "I should probably go check on him, and make sure everything is alright." I stand up and push my chair in before making my way to the door. As I make my way to the guest room I walk down the hallway where they keep all the portraits of all the past kings of the country. I get to the end, right outside Maxon and I's room I realize that Mason's picture will be hanging right outside our room in about 24 hours. It's amazing to think if I would have married Mason I would be a Queen in a matter of minutes. I open the door to Maxon's and I's room. Maxon is laying a crossed our bad with an angry expression. I shut the door loudly to alert him of my presence. His head lifts to meet my eyes, but he immediately flinches when he see's my reflection.

"Maxon Schreave, please explain to me what the hell this attitude is all about?" I ask, my voice rough with fury. He looks away from me not ready to face my wrath, but I really don't care at this point. My blood is building and I need to get to the bottom of this nonsense. Maxon stays silent, and you can easily tell that he wants nothing to do with this argument, well this man is in for a rude awakening "Answer me, Maxon." I growl, leaning against the wall with my arms crossed over my chest.

"I don't like it." He whispers

"What?" I ask, completely confused.

"I'm jealous, America!" Maxon says "I' afraid I'm going to loose you."

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