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Mia wouldn't have run away and been kidnapped or killed.
    Maybe I can use that thought to my advantage.
Shouldn't Marco at least feel slightly guilty for kidnapping me
away from my mate? I mean he had the same thing happen to him,
where's the freaking compassion?
     
    "My mother tried to prevent history from
repeating itself with Mia and I. She's bitter when it comes to love
triangles. I guess in her own twisted way, she figured if she
eliminated the problem, everything would be fine. She only made the
situation worse." Marco admitted, staring down at me his eyes
roaming over my face for any response on my part to his full blown
confession.
     
    No wonder why the poor boy's gone crazy, it
probably runs through their blood stream. Just look at his mother.
I just laid there picking out all the imperfections I could spot on
the white ceiling, not wanting to make any eye contact with him
since I didn't have anything to say.
     
    "I'll have someone bring up something up for you
to eat." Marco said clearing his throat awkwardly before reaching
over to brush some stray hairs away from my face. What did he
think...that I was going to declare my sudden love for him since he
told me the truth?
     
    Suddenly Marco stood up from the bed and went
over to the doorway, opening it
    slightly...just enough to grab a tray of food as
he shut it quickly and locked it once again. He brought the tray
over and set it down on the nightstand. Reaching over me, he lifted
me up so that I was in a sitting position propped against the
headboard.
     
    I was beginning to regain feeling in my body,
but I was still extremely weak. At least now I could lift my hand
and arms up even though the still felt like they weighed a ton. The
smell of the food coming from the tray had my stomach grumbling,
damn stomach.
     
    "Here you eat, I'm going to get a shower." Marco
commented as he placed the tray in my lap. "Shout if you need me."
Marco called out over his shoulder, pulling his T-shirt off over
his head showing off his muscular back as he made his way towards
the bathroom. "I'll leave the door open."
     
    As soon as I heard the shower come on I gave it
another minute before setting the tray to the side of the bed.
Trying the best I could to roll off the bed, I finally managed to
place my feet on the ground. I put my body weight down bending my
knees slightly to test whether I could stand or not.
     
    Satisfied with the results I stood up, my knees
knocking together in a wobbly stance. It was an achingly slow
process, my mind was running towards the door but my body was
moving as slow as a snail.
     
    I got as far as clicking the lock on the door
and turning the knob, before a hand came down on my shoulder
spinning me around to face an angry looking Marco. He lifted me up
bridal style and brought me back to the bed. Believe me when I tell
you I really tried to fight him, but it was no use I exercised all
my energy in trying to make it to the door.
    Reaching into the drawer of the night stand
Marco produced a syringe filled with what I can only assume to be
more black ice. "I'm sorry, but it looks like things have to be
this way. I won't give you half as much this time." His voice
drifted off softly as I felt the needle piercing my skin. 'I'm
sorry too.' I thought, wishing I could just disappear out of this
god forsaken room and back into Tristan's arms...
     
     
Tristan's POV
     
    Two going on three torturous nights...two
miserable days, since I've last heard Lise's voice and seen her
beautiful face. Her last words to me were 'I love you Tristan.' I can't believe I allowed
any of this to happen. I should've remained at her side in the
club.
    Not wanting to be an overbearing mate, I decided
it was safe to allow her to have fun. I figured since there were so
many of us that it was ok for her to be on the dance floor with
Anya. What was I thinking?
     
    'You should get some
sleep.' Luke's voice filled my head as he stood guard
beside me. My best friend staring at me