The invitation from Lord Comwell came the next day. He held the biggest balls, auctions and fund raisers. Philip was invited as a distinguished guest and Martha had no idea why she went with him but she did. Her skin glowed in the pearl green gown she wore, her hair pulled back and fell in waves down her back. The host was a fat man with stomach so large Martha wondered how his buttons did not break free, his wife a small lady with a big voice was just as social as he was.

Philip watched her blend in with the crowd, unless one was told, they would never believe she was a help, she looked like she belonged her, not socializing but sipping her wine and watching the crowd. He noticed Lord Comwell’s son watching her all through the night, and although he was with his friends he glanced at her every minute.

Martha knew Lord Comwell’s son watched her, she knew almost every man there wanted h

Ben stood looking dashing in his suit, his hair pulled back neatly, the decoration was simple yet beautiful and the paparazzi that had gathered were more than excited to gat pictures of this moment. The priest looked at her sadly, such a beautiful occasion could not be witnessed by the bride, and at the corner of the room, Moses looked on with disgust in his eyes. Ben had a winning smile on his face which he tried to down play, he could not be too excited.

Night Cross watched on as Mary looked oi horrified as she saw what was about to happen to her, she looked at him and asked

"are you going to send me back or watch as that bastard puts a ring on my finger?”. He smiled at her and looked on "why would a wedding concern me”. Mary looked at him

"because if he gets married to me, I rather say dead and our deal is over, I rather be dammed than be his wife”. Her voice rose to the level of a

Night Cross observed the human in front of him, so insignificant and week. it made his laugh whenever these humans thought they could get away with anything, putting his hands in the pocket of his coat, his coat blew back, there was no wind but nothing here was normal. Anger filled his eyes as he spoke. "You think you can get away with what is mine, I own you Mary, and you tried to end your life”. He saw her tremble on her feet and for someone who scared easily, she sure could do a lot of crazy things. "Now you would pay the price for what you did”.

With a snap of his fingers, she noticed she was standing on top of a cliff, rocks falling from mountains beside her and fire everywhere. The heat blurred her vison and fear like she had never felt before came over her, Mary tried but she could not hold the scream that tore from her mouth. Night Cross grinned "why are you screaming, I thought

The invitation from Lord Comwell came the next day. He held the biggest balls, auctions and fund raisers. Philip was invited as a distinguished guest and Martha had no idea why she went with him but she did. Her skin glowed in the pearl green gown she wore, her hair pulled back and fell in waves down her back. The host was a fat man with stomach so large Martha wondered how his buttons did not break free, his wife a small lady with a big voice was just as social as he was.

Philip watched her blend in with the crowd, unless one was told, they would never believe she was a help, she looked like she belonged her, not socializing but sipping her wine and watching the crowd. He noticed Lord Comwell’s son watching her all through the night, and although he was with his friends he glanced at her every minute.

Martha knew Lord Comwell’s son watched her, she knew almost every man there wanted her attention, and she didn’t care, she held her head high, glanced at each man slowly and then befor

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