Chapter 12
"Where did you go?" Meg asked, as Nadir entered her study. She greeted him with a hug.
"An old friend." He said, then kissed her cheek.
"Who?" She played with the buttons on his coat, as he pulled her closer to his body.
"Someone I knew from back in Persia." He tried to avoid the question, but she wasn't about to let him. She moved her hands to behind his neck, and pulled his lips to hers. She kissed him passionately for a moment, then separated their lips.
"Who?" She whispered again. He sighed, then started their kiss up again. Stubbornly, she pulled away.
"Its not that important." He tried to assure her, but she wouldn't hear it.
"Who?" She asked again, her voice trembling with frustration. Nadir turned his face away, and sighed in defeat.
"Itwaserik." He mumbled out, in an inaudible volume.
"What?"
"Erik." Meg pulled her body from his in pure shock. "He's alive?" She stumbled out. Her face lost all it's colour with the thought of the phantom being alive.
"Yes, Physically, any way." He tried to take her up in his arms, but she stepped back. "Meg?"
"Christine was just here, you left to see him." She said in a rather degrading tone. Nadir raised his brow with a hint of question.
"You make him sound like the plague." He commented sarcastically, but Meg kept her grim face.
"He might as well be, look what he did to Christine."
"What he did? All the man did was love her, more than any thing in this world, even his music. No, my darling, it was Christine that did the damage, when she broke his heart."
"But he-" Nadir silenced her when he put his right index finger over her lips.
"Shhhh. Shhhh...Don't think again about Erik, you have no reason for concern. He isn't the man he was. No, he's not at all, he's just a body now, his soul left him a long time ago." He went toward her again, this time, she let him wrap his arms around her slender waist. "After all, in only a few hours, you'll be Madame Khan." He planted his lips on hers again, while she placed her arms around his neck, letting her fingers play with the ends of his black hair.
"Madame Khan." She repeated, with a tender loving tone.
"Madame Khan." He whispered, as he moved his lips down to her neck, and collar bone. They made their way to the love seat, and set themselves down. Nadir ran his hands down the side of her chest.
"Sorry, me dear, but you have to wait." He grinned and shook his head.
"Never knew a ballet rat would wait till marriage." She laughed, and kissed his neck.
"Well, I have more integrity than-" she was cut off when his lips met hers.
