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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)

I don't know why I want to go to this place. It bothers me this much.

I don't know why I want to go on this mental journey or why this bothers me this much.

More than that it bothers me to a considerable extent because exactly how can people be like this?.

Exactly how can human beings be like this, I mean the way people were summoned, people they had practically forced down since seven that morning and everyone began preparing for the games, thinking of winning glory and honour for their families, but yet the true intention behind it was simply carrying out some foolish brainless killings.

Killings that would later not benefit any one because I doubt a thing about killing benefited anybody, but still the had carried it out.

Still they had killed as much people they had wanted to and I wonder exactly how many people were in attendance anyways.

All those mercenaries, they would probably be dead, those who could not defend themselves aand who could not take care of themselves, they will probably be dead.

The mystery of how i even escaped unhurt is still at the back of my mind. It sits at the back of my mind but yet I will not attend to it because I am scared.

I will not attend to it because I'm considerably scared of thinking about what that might mean.

"Do I not seem strange to the both of you?" I ask as i realise that I cannot control the urge.

I cannot control the curiosity that is written down inside me.

"Why would you seem strange to us?" Alice asks.

She asks this acting nervously and I realise that for a spy she really needs to be able to mask her emotions well. I mean this is practically the second time that I am sensing nervousness from her.

The first time was when Adrian was feeding me that white lie about Arden being okay.

It's not like I doubt she's not okay but I know that she's injured by some weird sense of intuition.

I know that she's injured but yet she's ok at the same time and now, now that I am asking about myself, she's asking me what is wrong.

"Is there anything you guys know that you are not saying to me?" I say looking at the both of them.

Adrian is wearing a stone cold look on his face and Alice is practically ignoring me. I start acting like I want to cry, this is the best route to take in this sort of situation.

Whenever you do not get what you want simply cry. Cry and touch the heartstrings of the people that are restricting what you want from you and see exactly how that magic works.

"Why are you crying?" Adrian says looking at me with an amused look on his face and I simply begin throwing a tantrum now. I begin crying profusely letting all the hurt and the insecurity that I feel trickle out.

This has a more effective effect than I would have imagined it to have.

Chapter 170