Taya: You expect me to reveal the end? Lol. I don't think so! Anyway, writing melancholic stuff actually helps me go to sleep. Weird, uh?
Panda: She drives me crazy, too, but it's also one of those things I've got to love about her. And Roxton's a big boy. He can take care of himself…or can he?
ChosenOne: Yeah, must be acting up. Right. And you're officially strange. If this story helped cheered you up a bit from your depression then you've really got some issues. Lol. No, seriously, what's wrong? Why don't you PM me a message on the board. Well, that is, if you want. I won't force you to tell me what's wrong, but I've got an ear willing to listen and a shoulder waiting in case someone needs to rest on it.
Zeus: Thanks for stopping by!
Amy: Your senses do not deceive you. And yes, it wouldn't be a proper review from you unless ranting was involved. Lol.
Fab: Why thank you. And, yes, this is the night after she touches him. I'm going to get a little more into that in this chapter. As always, thanks for reviewing!
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Chapter Four
Marguerite's POV
I seethe, watching him disappear down the elevator. Damn him. Damn him for loving me so much it destroys the inner shield around my heart and nearly shatters the wall of calm and bitterness engraved on my face. How can he do that? How can reach inside my soul and capture my heart without me even realizing he's there?
I make a soft growl and burn the book in my hands with my piercing stare. I sense the others keeping a cautious, worried eye on me and I ignore them, stomping away into the kitchen, slamming the book down onto the table. Banging old, rusting pans, I furiously begin to make supper.
Last night we entangled ourselves in other bloody battle. After I had gone off to bed, Roxton had crept into my room, daring to disturb my sleep with questions of my date. We had tossed around a few harmless, typical bantering before the issue of the horrid map came into play.
And then there it was: the ugly, pitiless map was out in the open and demanding to be discussed. I can't remember how it started, but we found ourselves arguing over it and everything it represented: London, facing my past, Roxton's estate and family…
I close my eyes, fighting against the guilt that rages against me. I had told him I wanted to stay. He had told me his duties tied him to London. He had to go back if for nothing else than to restore his family's memory and finally do the honorable thing: take over his father's place.
I had asked him to chose: me or everything else.
I crack open an egg and then freeze. What am I making? I'm not hungry and I doubt the others are for we had eaten not half an hour ago. Sighing, I leave the kitchen, not bothering to clean up.
I stalk back into the living space, noticing how everyone tries extra carefully to avoid looking my way.
And then a bloodcurdling scream pierces through into my heart and I race over to the railing and peer out into the vanishing daylight. "Roxton," I shriek and then whirl around, bounding toward the elevator.
End Chapter Four