Shy entered the dark house as quietly as she could and closed the door behind her. Of course no one was up waiting for her. She knew that by this time of night Desmond was either asleep or entertaining one of the young maids in his bed. She knew the latter of the choices would be true, but still she felt compelled to find out.

Shy took off her heeled boots and carried them in her hand as she scaled the immense marble steps to the second floor. She walked to the door of her bedroom and looked towards Desmond's quarters. The master bedroom. She tiptoed over to the door and leaned an eager ear in to listen. She heard heavy breathing a whimper from whoever was the unlucky girl. Shy's eyebrows furrowed. He sounded rough. He didn't sound gentle. He didn't sound like he would caress her hair and kiss her lips softly. She heard the woman gasp from inside and cringed. Shy backed away from the door and went back to her room.

Zane was sitting at the foot of the bed in his room with nothing but a pair of sweatpants and an undershirt waiting for any sign of life from the outside. Mostly, he was waiting to hear Shy come home.

Then, he heard a bedroom door open and close with a quiet click and went to his door quickly. He opened the door and saw a light coming from underneath Shy's room. He walked to her room and crept inside. The lamp beside her bed was on and he heard the sink in the bathroom beside her bed shut off. He stood at the door not sure if he should go to her.

She came from the bathroom and gasped when she saw him standing there. "Zane…"

"Are you okay?" He asked before she could say another word.

Her eyebrows furrowed again. "I'm fine." She said sitting on the side of her bed. "I'm not the one lying in a hospital bed unconscious. He's unconscious. They don't know if he is going to wake up. And if he does wake up there's a slim chance that he's going to remember anything. So, yes, I'm fine. He's fucked." Her voice cracked.

Zane exhaled and walked over to her. He knelt down in front of her, between her legs and grabbed her face gently. "What can I do? What can I do to take it away?"

Zane leaned up and put his forehead on hers, kissing her once on the lips. Shy kissed him back then pulled away harshly crying quietly.

"Just go." She said taking his hands from her cheeks.

"What?" Zane watched her stand up from his position on the floor and rub a hand through her hair.

"We can't do this. Last night was a mistake. I was caught up in the moment. It didn't mean anything." She said with her back to him.

Zane shot to his feet. "Bullshit!" He walked in front of her. "Look me in the eye and tell me that."

Shy looked up at him with tears flowing and her bottom lip quivered uncontrollably. She turned away from him again. Zane wrapped his arms around her waist as he stood behind her and pulled her close. Her skin tingled and she closed her eyes.

"Tell me you didn't feel anything last night. Tell me that something didn't happen with me and you last night. Tell me it's all in my head and I'll go." Zane spoke into her ear softly.

"I can't deal with this right now. Please just leave." Shy begged, breaking from his grasp. "I don't want you."

She turned around and looked him in the eyes. "I don't want you."

Zane's eyebrows arched and his jaw clenched. "Right." He swallowed hard. "I'm sorry."

Shy looked on as Zane turned to the door and walked out. She had just sent away the only good thing in her life right now. Shy exhaled sharply and rubbed her eyes. She looked at the door and cried.

Zane sat up on the bed, facing the door as the lamp beside his bed set the room in an orange glow. He was thinking about the night before and how he thought it could be love.

No. He thought. I was stupid. She just wanted someone to fall back on. It's payback for all the shit I've done.

But he remembered this morning.

"Don't leave me." She had said with those blue eyes glazed over with tears.

He hated to see her cry. He didn't know why this bothered him so much. His chest tightened as he continued replaying memories in his head. Her leaning into his touch. The way she looked at him when they kissed.

Then, Zane was brought back from his thoughts by the doorknob clicking and the door creeping open. Zane looked into the dark outside and saw her emerge from the shadows and into his room clicking the door shut behind her.

He didn't move. He just looked at her, standing at the door.

She locked the door as she leaned back on it and shoved her hair behind her ear as she bit her bottom lip to keep it from shaking. She looked at him and rushed over to the bed without thinking. She had to be in his arms. The only thing was…would he hold her now after everything she said?

The thought made tears come from her again as she climbed in at the foot of the bed and up to him. He opened his arms and held her as she fell to pieces in them. He brushed his hand over her hair and hushed her. Shy sobbed into his chest and felt him kiss her forehead as she did. He didn't tell her to quiet down, he didn't tell her stop, and he just let her and with every shake held her tighter to his body.

"He's all I have left." Shy whispered to Zane as he lay on a pillow across from her in the dark. "My mother died last year. I never got to tell her why I did the things I did. My father and I were never real close. He was always too busy, but still…"

"He's your father." Zane finished her sentence for her. His hands were under his cheek, facing Shy. "He's not all you have left, Shy."

Shy looked at Zane and the sincerity in his eyes. "Where is your mother?"

Zane averted his eyes. "Gone. When I was still young. Evan was seventeen, I was fifteen. She was the most beautiful woman in the world." Zane cleared his throat. "Let me see your hand. Come on. Give it to me."

Shy shifted so she could give Zane her left hand. He took it and rolled onto his back holding her hand up in the air above him. He started making a series of lines on the palm of her hand. Shy tried to pay attention as he repeated the symbol again. It was a diamond shape.

"My mom told us she loved us all the time. All the time." He whispered repeating the diamond again on her palm. "When we were little it was fine. We said I love you back, but when we got to a certain age and got embarrassed and wouldn't say it back, my mom told us this."

Shy hung on his every word as he continued not looking at her.

"She took us into the living room and sat us on the couch. I was bitching because I was about to go out and Evan was always the better one than me. He just listened. She took my hand and laid it out on the coffee table as she was kneeling on the other side and drew a diamond on my palm. A diamond is the ultimate symbol of love here. And diamond comes from the Greek word 'adamas' that means…"

"Unconquerable." They said at the same time.

"She said that she didn't want to embarrass us anymore, but she looked at me because I was the worst, and that she would just do this before we went anywhere so that we could remember while we were out. She said as long as the diamond was in our palm nothing bad would happen to us. We were unconquerable and she loved us." Zane did the diamond one last time on Shy's palm, closed her fingers over it, and brought it down to his lips to kiss it.

Shy felt him put her fist on his chest near his heart so she could feel the beat.

"Unconquerable." He said looking at her while holding her hand to his chest.

Shy leaned over him and kissed his lips. Zane felt her hand open on his chest as he returned her gesture and she moved her body on top of his.

Her heart ached. Tomorrow was Monday and they were leaving. She would go back to being an over run fiancé to an unfaithful man and Zane would be nothing but an employee. She would never feel this way again and her heart sunk even further. Monday will be the first day of the end for her.