by Shellpepper » Sun Nov 08, 2009 2:00 pm
"It's a little late, Mel," he tried to laugh, but his face was still tormented. He lifted her gingerly off the floor. "Do I have your word as a Chasseure and as my father that she will not be harmed by you or any of your followers?" he asked his dad, not taking his eyes off of Mel.
"You do."
Again, a man came to take Mel. This time, the second man looked at her before he took her from Ian. "I'll be takin' ya to the medical ward, muss (((Miss)))."
Ian handed her off.
She laughed one dark chuckle. "Right, sure," she sighed. "How much does 'really like' add up to for you?"
"Look, don't feel guilty," he sighed, reading her face again. "I'm a pretty good actor, just don't mess yourself up about it."