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"In the depths of the soul can be the kind of coldness that freezes, as cold as ice, but it only takes the right kind of warmth for all that to change."
                                                       -MC
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The surprise could be seen on Kiara's face as she stares at him.

He knows her father? And her mother?
But how could he?

She didn't have time to even ask the questions that were in her mind out loud because he started laughing maniacally.

"What are you-"
She couldn't finish the sentence as he applied more pressure onto her windpipe in an attempt at crushing it.

"Stop!" She grasps his hands trying to pull them from her neck, almost gasping for air. "What are you doing!"

"I'm finally getting my revenge on those monsters! That's what I'm doing. I want to see how they weep when they find your cold, dead body on their land.

"What!" Kiara thrashes in his hands, scratching at him and desperately calling to Isabel for help.

She manages to escape his arms with her new found strength and starts backing away from him.

"Please don't do this."
Kiara wasn't even quite sure the prospect of making a run for it was the best idea. He's more upset right now than she had ever seen him and if he caught her she knew it would be her doom. So instead she tried talking him down.

"We can work this out. Just tell me what happened."

Out of no where he grabbed onto her again and squeezed into her neck.

"Please, please s-stop." She wheezes.

"This is what you all do! You squeeze the life out of everything!"

Trying to escape wasn't the best plan but it was her only hope now. So with the last bit of strength in her, she digs her nails into his hands simultaneously as her foot hanks up hard to knee him in the groin.

"Fúck!"

As soon as his hands give way slightly and loosens from her throat she's out of his hold and off into a sprint immediately.

She runs the opposite direction from him, which consequently was the house. She knew she couldn't get away on foot so she ran into the house desperately searching for some sort of kitchen.

Kitchens have knives

"Come back here!"
As soon as she reaches inside the old house,
Kiara scrambles around but she couldn't find it. How could he not have a kitchen? Maybe he didn't even cook his food.

"There you are." She freezes at the sound of his voice not even having the ability to turn around.

Marquése stops behind her looking at her physique.
"That wasn't very nice."

"W-why are you doing this?" She turns around slowly to face him.
"I did nothing to you and however you know my parents, w-whatever they did I had nothing to do with it. So stop." She holds her breath and waits for his response.

He's still standing there, looking at her thoroughly and taking in her words. It's like he's in a whole different world how as his eyes glass over and he stares at her.

He takes a step forward suddenly and she takes one back. They continue this dance until her back touches the house boards and he's right up in her face.
She almost accepts her faith until he speaks,
"You're right."

She exhales, "But-" she stops breathing again. "-that doesn't mean I don't get what I want."

"What-" she starts to ask but Marquése had already grabbed her hands and started wrapping rope around them again.

Her heart rate speeds up when his words replay in her head.
What could he possibly want with her still.

"These stay on. Until I can trust you, you understand right?" He says it with a sinister smile on his face, showing his playful side again and Kiara has never been more confused in her entire life.

Marquése walks off pulling her along behind him until he was leading them to a large stream; much larger than the one which they met at.
He stops and turns around looking at her expectantly and she gets the gist.

"Oh no no no"

"Oh yes" he smiles and turns around walking a little distance away from her.

"You see this is what I mean!" Kiara shouts and falls to the ground. Marquése turns around to face her, the smile never leaving his face as he sees her newfound position.

"Pardon?"

"I need things, things that you cannot provide me with. You can't just-" she exhales
"This feels like an act you're keeping up, my family needs me and i still need to see them, to let them know that I'm even alive."

Marquése huffs at this.

"At this very moment, what you need to do is exactly what I say and what I say is wash up, but I don't mind if you do either way."
Marquése gracefully falls to his knees and bent his head towards the crook of Kiara's neck.
Her body freezes up immediately at the action.

"And besides, why would I let you leave when y-you smell so damn good?"
He swiftly demonstrated what he means by inhaling her scent and groaning in what seems to be appreciation.

"W-wh-"

He ignores her babbling and inhales more deeply. All sense of reasoning leaves his body in his small moment of weakness while he has her captured in his caged embrace.

Suddenly, he feels her small hand pressing against him, pushing him away. Her draws back suddenly at her sign of discomfort and rejection rains down on him.

He gets up and quickly walks away.
He didn't know why he did that in the first place.

Kiara watches his retreat,
Is it bad that she blushed when he did that? When he smelled her.

Definitely

"Oh my goddess how can I react like that to the person that is keeping me against my will! I must be loosing it being away from people so long."

"But he is a person" Isabel speaks into her mind.

"I guess you're right. Just not a normal person though. Normal people don't kidnap others and hold them against their will!"

Marquése is stomping away from her in anger, going in no particular direction, just wanting to put space between them. He knows she won't run away again because she has no idea where she is and won't risk it without her wolf senses.

"I can't believe her! She's - she's so infuriating!" Marquése yells this to no one in particular, not caring one bit if she heard him.
He walks further away, thinking back to the very first moment he saw her.

Somehow he knew she'd be strong willed because of her royal blood but this level of stubbornness can't be compared to what he expected.

Not only did she stand her ground against him; the clear superior being in a fight, but on multiple other occasions too.
She fights him on absolutely everything.
She doesn't want to eat, bathe or do anything else, it's a wonder she sleeps.

She didn't even want him to dress her wounds. Hell, he could care less about those because she got them due to her persistence and disobedience.

"For someone you don't care about, you sure talk about her a lot and oh let's not forget being cozy with her a minute ago."
Marquése's wolf comes to the forefront of his subconscious and he glares.

"I was not."

"Sure you weren't. Marquése you smelled her."

"You know what screw you and screw stupid emotions. I don't care. I hate her and if she doesn't want me to help her then fine! We can both play the hard way. She still isn't leaving here anyways."

"As much as she the existence of her angers me as well, I think you should give her a break. It wasn't her and it's been so long."

"I know." His voice breaks as the memories that come rushing in.

"Just try not to kill each other she isn't like us after all and we kind of have a habit of not going about things the best way."

"Oh shut up Greyson." Marquése scolds his wolf and her growls back in return,
"Whatever"

"You're the next one that irritates me."

"I'm all you've got."

He finally decides to walk back to the spot that he left her to see her still on the ground pulling at grass. She was at a distance but he could see that her hair was still dry and her clothes were still intact.

"I guess no bath then", he smirks to Greyson, "Or isn't there?"

Marquése allows Greyson to take over, both using their combined instincts to sneak up on her.

In the small clearing there wasting anything to hide behind but still they managed to creep. They waited until they were just behind her to let their presence be known.

Immediately she sensed that she might be in danger and goes to jump up but his unique sent however tells her that it was him before her eyes did and she let's her guard down.

"I know it's you."

"Wrong move princess"
As soon as the words leave his mouth she tries to move but he grabs her under her arms from behind and hoist her up in the air.

"Any last words?"

She struggles in his hands for a while keeping silent until he starts laughing at her.
"Just give up now princess, there's no escape."

She goes still and he thought that she had given up, finally he was ready to toss her into the icy cold stream of despair. To his surprise however, she does something that catches him totally off guard.

"I wasn't trying to escape" He hears the smugness in her voice and as soon as he goes to throw her, she slides down and wraps herself around him at the last second.
She clamps her legs down round him and pushes off, plunging into their fate.

They both go down into the icy cold water with a splash.

He arises from the stream a shocked, cold mess, while Kiara emerges a shivering, smug one.

Well he certainly did not expect her doing that.