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She moaned into the kiss as he pulled
her up onto his lap. She met the hunger and passion in his kiss and
upped the ante with her fingers sliding through his perfect hair,
pulling it slightly. He moaned into her, gripping the pockets of
her jeans, grinding her against him. The car stopped bringing her
back to reality.
    She pulled away breathless looking at him, “What
are you?” She whispered.
    He frowned, “Nothing. And everything.” He
smirked, “Well after you my lady.”
    She sighed, “I know what you are.” He looked
nervous as she kissed his lips, “You’re trouble.”
    He laughed into her kiss, “Without a doubt.”
    She climbed off of him feeling ridiculously, as
she exited the car door. The strange and silent driver held the
door for her. She looked at the older man, “Thank you.” He tipped
his hat at her. She knew instantly he was like his boss, like her
father, he was old but much older than he seemed.
    Marcus climbed from the car and gave her his
arm. She took it feeling like Mary in her father's journals
suddenly. She looked around realizing she was home.
    She looked at him confused, “Why are we at my
house?”
    “This isn’t your house Hanna, this never was.
The Tudor is your home. This is your aunt and uncles home. We are
here because it’s the night they never thought would come.”
    She rolled her eyes sighing, irritated by the
cryptic behavior everyone around her seemed to have.
    He laughed, “No I’m serious, they never loved
you. Your father and I were friends, I’ve watched you grow up.”
    She cringed away from him, “You’re like a creepy
uncle then? No wonder he forbid you to make contact with me.”
    He laughed again, “No not quite but I guess in
some ways I’m the closest thing you have to family. Well and Roland
of course.”
    She looked at him disgustedly, “You kissed me,
you think of me as family and you kissed me.”
    He tilted his head, “I don’t think of you like
I’m related to you, I’ve just known you your entire life and you
father nearly all of his.”
    She looked away seeing the light of her aunt's
house from the suburban street where they walked, “Why are we
here?”
    “I want you to see what they are doing this
evening, the night before you return home.”
    His voice sounded distant, as if he were already
disappointed for her.
    She looked up at the two-story house, it was
like any house on the block. The lights were on inside making it
look warm and homey. They walked from the sidewalk of the quiet
empty street to the lawn of the house she had always considered
home. They crept along the side of the house to the back porch. He
walked first to the kitchen window, crouching so as not to be seen.
She glanced around feeling guilty about sneaking around the house
like a criminal. She walked slowly to his side and peered in the
kitchen window carefully, so as not to let her face be seen from
the inside.
    Her uncle was at the table mixing something, a
white powder into the sugar canister. She looked at Marcus who
nodded, “Poison.” He mouthed. She frowned again looking in the
window to see him wearing rubber gloves while doing it. He closed
the lid and handed it to her aunt, who looked distracted by
something she was reading. She put it down on the table in front of
him, it was a piece of paper. She couldn’t read it from the
distance the table was from the window. She watched as her aunt put
the canister on the counter and frowned, “Now bloody well remember
not to use the white sugar, tell her you’ve switched to honey.”
    He nodded reading the letter, “What if we just
asked her for the money?”
    Her aunt flew into a rage slamming her hand down
on the counter, “YOU IDIOT. YOU KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF WE TELL
HER ABOUT THE MONEY. SHE WILL LEAVE AND TAKE IT ALL WITH HER. SHE
WILL FORGET ABOUT US. SHE IS A SELFISH TEENAGER WHO HAS NEVER
THANKED US FOR RAISING HER. WE ARE OWED THIS.”
    Her rant caused Hanna to wince and shrink down
from the window.