Changing this up a bit, because I can. :D oh the power I have.

Chapter 7: Jolene

He watches me with a wrinkled brow. "Felson….I….don't know" He reaches up and rubs my cheek and I realize I'm crying. My chest is heavy and I don't know what to think. He thinks I may be a witch, but how could that be?

"How can you not know?" he asks, almost angry. His tone makes my heart cringe and I hold back the tears. His face softens and he pulls me to him and I bury my face in his chest.

"Shhh…..I'm sorry" he mutters as he pets my hair. I sniffle and let quiet tears fall onto his chest. My heart and crying slow and eventually my tears stop. When I've settled down I feel his rough fingers under my chin. He tilts my head up to make me look at him. His eyes are such a blue that I'm speechless, unable to ask what he's doing. He places his forehead against mine, staring into my eyes and I feel my cheeks heating up.

He smiles and places a soft kiss on the edge of my nose. My heart skips a beat and I feel my whole body heat up from embarrassment. "I was right" he muttered and his eyes crinkle at my questioning look. "Oh never mind Trouble" this makes me smile and his smile widens "There we go" I laugh and he hands me the blanket to dry my arms and face with.

"Thank you" my voice is soft as I take it and I feel as if I've lost something when he pulls his head away from mine. He smiles and drops a bag in front of me. "Wait….when did you get this?" he shrugs "I'm talented."

We both look up when we hear a whistle and he walks off. I look into the bag to find my riding gear. I grin happily and begin putting everything on. I pull of the white shirt that's covered in blood and the new leggings Felson had found and I pull on my old clothes. I rinse the blood off of my newer garments and wring them out. I turn and walk back to the group to find everyone setting up camp. Anna is fast asleep in her cage and I look at Behmen questioningly.

"This is a dangerous place to travel through at night. We'll stay here and rest." He tosses a sideways glare to Hagamar. It's in this point that I realize I haven't talked to anyone but Felson through the whole journey. I visit Powder and check on the injured horse's foot all the while pondering this. It has been nearly six days, we should be there tomorrow. My heart sinks a little as I check the horse's hoof. One more night until we find out the truth and one more night with Felson.

I walk around the cart to Anna's cage and found her sleeping soundly. I smile though my smile turns into a questioning frown when I hear laughter and music. I come around the cart to find a group of gypsies, and my heart stops. A woman with beautiful red hair and dark green eyes is introducing herself and the group to Behmen. "Clara?" I yell in excitement. Everyone turns to look at me and she smiles brightly.

"Aisling!" her voice is soft like the rain in summer. She's wearing a red skirt with black tassels, and a black scarf around her hips. She's wearing a black and red corset and her lips are painted a matching red. I push away the thought of how odd this was, Clara never used to like red. We embrace and it's amazing to be in the arms of someone familiar. She smells like the ocean and I sigh.

"What are you doing here Aisling?" she asks and I frown softly and she shakes her head "Well no matter. Why don't we put some smiles on everyone's faces?" she seems almost regal as she gathers everyone around. Felson smiles and grabs my arm, pulling me with him to the fire and we sit on the ground as the group begins to sing and dance.

This is the most fun I've had since I've been home. The night went by faster than I could have imagined and soon I was lying on my blanket covered in my cloak and sleeping lightly. I was woken by whispers and giggling. I stretch and yawn, rolling over to see two forms together under an all too familiar cloak.

My heart catches in my throat and I see the forms stand, one is Felson and the other Clara, in her beautiful red gown and as they walk past my still form, Felson glances at me, and Clara giggles. "Don't worry about her, she's always been second to me" her smile is stunning and tears fall from my eyes. I see them kiss and that's the last of my nerves broken.

I stand and glare at Clara "You've never been happy with anything you find yourself! You've always taken from me. Why? What's the point?" Felson's eyes hold no emotion and I stop. "You….you're a witch, aren't you!" she seems taken aback by this and shakes her head.

"You're the witch, always talking to the Fae like they are your friends. You accuse me of what you readily do daily." Her words sting and I'm blinded by fury as I launch myself at her. I land punch after punch easily, making her scream and suddenly there are strong arms around me, strong un-familiar arms.

I struggle against them and I get free and launch at my crying screaming friend and I think I hear someone yelling Felson's name. My knuckles sting and her face matches her pretty red skirt. Hard arms wrap around my shoulders and pull me back, whispering "Enough" in my ear. His voice angers me more and I turn around in his arms and push away from him.

"You're just as bad as she is" I hiss, tears stinging my eyes and a sob choking my throat. That's when I turn and I run as fast as I can away. My chest hurts from the weight of not having it bound but it's only a dull throb compared to the pain in my chest.

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