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" How about we help each other?" He says and I look up at him, eyes still wet from the tears streaming down my cheeks, heart freshly broken from the public humiliation and betrayal that was Lucas's breakup. I can faintly make out the first droppings of snow floating magically under the light of the street lamps. It's that time of the year, a time for wool coats, a time for relaxing, none of which I'll be doing. "I'm an orphan with a wicked aunt and a boyfriend who left her because she has nothing to her name, how could I possibly help you?" I say another sob escaping my lips. "Marry me" he replies and my eyes widen in anger. Is he mocking me?. I look into the eyes of this stranger and see he's dead serious. "I need a wife, you need a home, marry me and you'll have all you want". I nod.

A Snowy Marriage (A Christmas agreement)

"Exactly what do you think you're doing pointing that at me?" he says, the deep contrato from his stomach making his voice sound like silk. The way the syllables dragged over each other tells me he has something of an accent, and accent which he seeks to repress so he can fit in in this place.

I wonder exactly what continent or which country he's from. He has hair the colour of blood, and I realise with something of thin and morbid fascination that he's actually ginger headed, not really ginger as it's probably red, but here the red decides not to take in even any bit of sunlight, as it practically hands over his head, a dark mass.

His face is for the most part of it is, remarkable, but yet I have someone even more handsome standing just a few feet away from me, seriously watching exactly what I would do to get myself out of this sticky situation.

My eyes had unknowingly glanced to Adrian's the moment I had level the stake out, and the encouragement I saw in there made me almost break down he wasn't going to do anything to help me.

I realise with something of panic and regret that I was all alone. I can only imagine his true reasons for actually doing this to me, maybe he wanted me to take a stand in this place and show people that I couldn't be pushed around just because I was new.

I wouldn't take to being poisoned as easily as I did anymore, I wouldn't take to having people pick on me, and so the moment he had passed his message to me, his eyes glance away as he looks about evasively for something I could not see and which was probably not there.

"Exactly what do you want with her?" I say, trying to make my voice as stiff and as menacing as it should sound. It actually surprises me that for once, my body coordinates with what my mind is thinking, and doesn't do exactly the opposite.

My voice comes out cold and gritty, like ice in the deepest parts of the Arctic. I sound as menacing and as devilish girl, as a demon herself and the guys eyes snap in surprise.

They snap in surprise immediately before something of a grim satisfaction or rather encouragement enters them.

"Her sister had willed everything she had to me before her death, I have all the documents here" he says stretching out something to show me.

It turned out to be a parchment of paper, a piece of paper that had se of the most nicely written scripts on it. The name Mariadne did nothing to quell the confusion in my head, as I raised an eyebrow at Alice.

"He's stupid enough to believe I would actually think my sister willed everything she had into his hands, that isn't even her signature" she says, and the delighted glee in the guy's eyes makes me know that she's right.

This is bullying at its best in this place, and that make something like anger rise in the pit of my stomach. I impale the piece of parchment on the spike I am holding, and fling it into the air, tearing it in two as I carry out this motion.

The hot anger coursing through this guy's face is remarkable.

Chapter 91