To whom it belongs
Chapter 5
"A heart," Robin repeated. "But whose heart could it be?"
Regina quickly put the beating heart back into the chest. This was an unexpected turn of events. She knew for sure that it wasn't hers. Hers was safe and sound with Robin unless-
"Sorry about this," she pre-emptively apologized.
Before Robin could ask her why she was apologizing, Regina had thrust her hand into his chest. His crossbow fell to the floor. It pained her to hear his uncomfortable groans as she felt for his heart. She really hoped her suspicions were wrong.
When she touched something soft, she sighed in relief. Never had she been happier to touch a heart that was not her own. She pulled her hand out as gently as she good. This time it was Robin's turn to fall however, Regina was not able to support his weight and they both fell to the ground together.
"W-why-" he tried to speak but it was painful to breathe.
"Shhh," she tried to soothe him. "It will pass in a few moments. I had to make sure Zelena didn't get a hold of your heart. If she had your heart then it would only be a matter of time before she found mine."
Robin's breathing had begun to return to back to normal. He looked at Regina, both frightened and awed at her bold decision.
"Well if it's not my heart," he began piecing it together. By now he had nearly regained his strength. "Then whose is it?"
Regina took another glance around the room. She stood up so suddenly that Robin jumped.
"This room," she gestured to her surroundings. "It obviously doesn't suit the Wicked Witch. Who do we know who has a boat fetish? It's so clear. How stupid could we be?"
"Regina," Robin had gotten to his feet, "do you mean to tell me that this heart and this room, all of it belongs to-"
"Hook."