Thanks for the reviews!! Sorry it took so long for the last part! I got really into writing RENT fanfic and didn't update this one as soon as i had planned to. I hope you enjoy it! Gemma's POV!

Libba Bray own Rebel Angels, i do not.

I look at the mansion where my father's carriage has stopped next to. I do not tare my gaze from the house even when Kartik takes my hand to help my down, despite the tingling feeling I get when he touched me. My foot catches the front my dress and I feel myself falling.

I gasp and Kartik grabs my around the waist. I'm in his embrace and I look into his dark brown eyes. We stare at each other for longer then necessary.

"Steady there, Miss Doyle." He says, helping me to my feet. I look at my father and bother and mutter, "Yes, thank you, Mr. Kartik."

My eyes returns to Kartik's. I see him staring at me in wonder, as if I am a different person all together. Father takes my arm leading me to the door. I sigh and look away from Kartik. I wish I could just stay out here with him, despite the freezing cold air. I can feel his eyes still on me as I walk inside. I look at father and smile at his appearance.

"You look very handsome, Papa." I say.

His eyes brighten and he smiles. "Smoke and mirrors." he says while winking at me. "Smoke and mirrors."

Some time later Simon and myself are in the library, where we are alone.

"Your flower is slipping, Miss Doyle." The rose in my hair slides down to my neck. We both reach for it. Our hands meet and I blush. I look away from him. Now this is realistic. I can really be with Simon. Kartik and I could never be together. To Kartik I am just away into the realms!

"Thank you." I say quietly.

"May I?" Carefully Simon secures the flower behind my ear. I should probably stop him. He may get the wrong idea of me. But I don't. Simon is 9 years older then myself. I'm sure he knows what is proper and what is not.

I hear a light tap at the window. I look and see nothing there. Then I hear a loud tap at the window that sounded as if could crack the delicate glass. I jump and stare at the window again.

"Who is throwing rocks?" Simon says sounding aggravated and he looks out the window. We both do not see anyone.

"I should join the ladies. Grandmama will be worried about me." I say, slightly disappointed that the moment between us has passed.

We say our goodbyes. I smile and think of the security I could gain by being with Simon.

I see Kartik standing next to the carriage. He has scowl plastered on his beautiful face. "A pleasant evening, miss?"

"Yes, very pleasant, thank you." I say happily. He helps me into the carriage and prepares to head home.

"So noted." he mutters.

Once my family is tucked away in bed I storm into the stables where Kartik reading The Odyssey. Emily is sitting near him listening to him read.

"Good evening," I say sternly.

"Good evening," he says and stands.

Emily looks lightly panicked. "Oh, miss, I was just.. just.."

"Emily, I have some business to discuss with Mr. Kartik, just now, if you wouldn't mind."

She practically runs out of the stable and I am left with Kartik. "What did you mean by your comment tonight?"

"I simply asked if you ad a pleasant evening with Mr. Muddleton."

"Middleton," I immediately correct him. "He is a gentleman, you know." I say quickly.

Kartik scoffs and says "He looks like a fop."

I frown at him. Why does Kartik have a problem with Simon? "I'll thank you not to insult him. You know nothing about him."

Kartik kicks some dirt on the ground and looks at his feet. "I don't like the way he looks at you. As if you were a piece of ripe fruit."

My mouth hangs open. "He does nothing of the sort. Wait a moment. How do you know how he looks at me? Were you spying on me?" I ask Kartik slyly.

Kartik opens his mouth to say something and then buries his nose in his book. "He did look at you that way. In the library."

"You threw those rocks against the window!"

Kartik jumps to his feet. "You aloud him to touch you hair!" I sigh. It's true. That was very unlady like of me. I feel ashamed but I wont show it in front of Kartik.

"I do have something to tell you, if you can stop feeling sorry for yourself long enough to hear it."

"I am not feeling sorry for myself." he grumbles.

I make for a dramatic exit and say, "A goodnight to you, then."

"Wait!" Kartik walks towards me. "I'm sorry. I promise to be on my best behavior," he says. He dramatically falls to his knees and picks up and acorn, holding it next to his neck. "I beg of you Miss Doyle. Tell me or I shall be forced to kill myself with this mighty weapon."

I laugh and say, "Oh do get up," Kartik rises to his feet and I look into his dark brown, almost black eyes. "Tom has a patient at Bethlem. Nell Hawkins. He says she suffers from delusions."

"That would explain her confinement in Bethlem," Kartik says, smiling. I don't find it humorous so I don't return the smile. "Sorry. Please go on." he says looking ashamed.

"She claims she's a member of the order and that a women named Circe is trying to find her. She says she's driven herself mad to keep Circe from getting to her."

His smug smile vanishes from his handsome face. "You must see Nell Hawkins straightaway." He's back to business.

"Yes, I've arranged it already. Tomorrow around noon I shall read poetry to Nell Hawkins and find out what she knows about the temple. Was he really looking at me that way?" I say drifting back to the thought of Simon.

"What way?"

"Like a piece of ripe fruit?"

Kartik frowns. "You'd best be on your guard around him." I watch Kartik's body stiffen. He's jealous! Kartik is jealous of Simon! And Simon finds me delicious? I've never felt so giddy.

"I'm quite able to look after myself," I say. I turn and walk directly into the wall. Kartik says something but I'm too humiliated to make out what it is.