"What did I lie to you about? I'm here to get away from home. Not as much father as it is Ares. Although the guise of me coming here was I have to return you. I asked if I could go find you, but then father threw in the condition of I'm never allowed to return without you. And if I do, his payment for losing you would be my head."
The rage at this is boiling inside of me and I feel as though I am going to lash out. I need to talk to someone perky... "Because then I would become a murderer..."
"I can't let you be like this alone, who knows what you'd do..." I sit near her but not enough because I am not sure whether or not she will try to run..
I carry her back to the room Sealing the window with a curse only I can break and lay her down next to me on the bed. "Goodnight." I shoo everyone out of the room... and exhuastedly lay down beside her.
It is only a novel... or, in short, only some work in which the greatest powers of the mind are displayed, in which the most thorough knowledge of human nature, the happiest delineation of its varieties, the liveliest effusions of wit and humour, are conveyed to the world in the best-chosen language — Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey