this done?” I asked myself, reaching out my hand to touch the door.
“It's magic,” Marren whispered in my ear. I pulled my hand back and turned around to an empty hallway.
Shaking my head with a sigh, I pushed through the doors and then slid them shut behind me. I walked over to the sitting area of the room and took a seat facing the fire. I draped a leg over the arm of the chair and bounced it mindlessly as I stared at the lapping flames, mulling over my thoughts once more. I saw the doors open from the corner of my eye and someone step inside. I reluctantly stood and faced Marren.
“Relena,” he greeted, lowering his head slightly towards me.
“Marren,” I said and returned the same gesture.
“Enid tells me that you have questions for me?”
I chuckled under my breath, “None you'd give answers to, unfortunately.”
“Try me.” His words came out hypnotically.
I considered my recent experience with thinking he was behind me and chalked it up to the enchantment that had come over me since being there. I walked to the balcony and stared at the mountains that I had come to realize were the Peaks of Domar. Marren joined me, leaning against the top of the stone railing. I glanced in his direction, feeling slightly uncomfortable with the way he was staring at me so intently, waiting for an answer. I felt my cheeks start to warm and quickly decided to go with one of the most press ing questions first, since he was so bent on answering them.
“What is your fascination with me?”
“Next question,” he said coolly.
“You didn't even answer that one,” I replied almost too fast.
“Next question.”
I sighed. “I still don't understand what is going on at all, or the importance of me, or your interest with any of it. It's making my head spin.” So does the way the sun glints off your black hair like starlight and the way it makes your skin sparkle. I couldn't help but think about how much had changed with me, and uncontrollably so. It had something to do with th is place. This enchanted palace.
“That wasn't a question.”
“No, it wasn't.” I turned around and sat down with my back against the stone. “Will you explain what is going on?”
“No. Not yet.” He sat down with me and pulled up a knee to his chest, resting his arm on it, allowing his hand to dangle limply.
“Figures,” I muttered sourly.
“You're still convinced that I'm trying to seduce you.” He smiled.
“I never once accused you of trying to seduce anyone. So, I have no idea where you go t that idea. I simply think that you are conceited and you think you can woo any woman into your trap with a look or a smile. You think you're charming and actually you're arrogant.”
He chuckled.
I sighed at my body's reaction to his laughter. It was partly out of annoyance and partly out of surrender. When I lifted my head to look at the sky, I banged it against the stone railing with a loud thud. “ Ow .”
Marren's chuckle grew into a laugh. I tried to not let it sing to me, but it was far too hard. It controlled me, completely taking over my will. I joined in, laughing loudly. I hated to admit it, but it felt really good.
“You should laugh more often,” he commented. His eyes held mine for a moment and I caught the slight pull of his lips. The soft lips… my heart did a strange flip and then sank lower. The sudden shift in me...it scared me.
I looked away and cleared my throat. “So, am I wrong?” I asked to change the subject.
“About which part?”
“My observation of you.”
“Yes,” he said more seriously.
I shifted, facing him with my knees curved around me. “Then tell me about yourself?”
“What do you want to know?” It almost sounded too willing.
“I'm not falling for that again. You have a habit of avoiding or disregarding my questions.”
“I won't avoid or disregard your questions,” he promised.
“Sure you won't,” I teased.
He took in a deep breath and let it out heavily. “I