ThugWorkout wrote:
ben feared he had gone to far. that he had done this. the death threat was only that. a threat. the council were not allowed to selfishly choose who they kid and he would get into huge amounts of trouble if people found out what had happened. he grabbed her hands to pull her up, in a rag doll manner, and then scooped her into his arms, lying her down on his sofa. "just stay with me, rowan. please, don't die on me. not now." he said, holding onto her had, he called for some kind of medical assistance.
mella nodded. "much like some of the council. don't get me wrong, they saved my life and they are brilliant. but some of them, the way they walk around the hotel. it makes me sick." she sat up a little straighter when she saw their food, licking her lips. "mm, looks delicious!" she picked up her knife and fork and twirled some of the tagliatelle around, before eating it, smiling brightly. "oh my, it's perfect!" she lifted her wine glass. "to an amazing evening."