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I couldn't figure out what woke me up, and then I heard the banging on the door. I groaned before rolling over and snuggling deeper into my blankets. It was so warm and comfortable, and I couldn't find the urge to move anywhere within me.

"Kathryne!" An urgent male voice shouted. "Come on, I don't have time for this!"

There was more pounding on the door, but I had already thrown back the covers and jumped out of bed, instantly wide awake when he used my full name. My black hair laid in knots against my scalp, and I was in my Hello Kitty Pajama's, but I had no time to fix it.

Slipping and sliding in my hurry to get to the door before he pummeled it to the ground, I let out a curse as my knee slammed into the wall. I threw the door open, and there stood Shane. Of course, he was wearing all black, and looked simply amazing, even though it was three in the morning.

"Wha--" the partial word whooshed out of my mouth as he threw me over his shoulder.

I was too shocked to object. He held me around the waist and ran like our lives depended on it. Which, knowing him, that was probably exactly what was on the line. Shane wasn't even breathing harshly, like I would have been if I had to carry myself -don't even ask me how that would work- but I was used to his amazing stamina. He had been more or less my personal bodyguard for as long as I could remember.

Suddenly, he stopped, turned around, and started racing back the way we had came. Not once did his footing falter, or anything about him give anything away.

"What's going on, Shane?" I demanded, and I had every right to know, given that he was running me through the palace in my pajamas.

"Not now, Princess," he didn't say it to be condescending, but as my proper title.

"Shane Jensen Chamberlain, I demand an answer," I tried to sound regal, like my mother, but probably failed since my breath was taken away as he rounded a corner, and he threw me on a bed, slamming the door shut.

****. It has to be pretty bad if he's throwing me. I felt safer know that he was the one watching my back. However, there was a door separating us, and what happened if the danger got in here? I mean, this room wasn't the most secure.

That happy thought in mind, I quickly dived under the bed, trembling way more than any seventeen year old Princess would care to admit. I gasped softly when I found myself face to face with Jared. He winked at me, laying his finger across my mouth. He didn't say anything, but his message was clear; don't speak.

I had no choice but to obey, because my throat had constricted. A single tear slid down my face, and he quickly wiped it away. I had so much I wanted to say, but I couldn't say anything. He wasn't supposed to be here. If he was caught, it would mean certain death. Gulping, more hot tears slid down my face. He scooted closer to me, and I curled into him.

He was a traitor, but that didn't change the fact that my heart tried to break free of my chest, and the fact that I couldn't stop crying because of him. Jared gently grabbed my chin and angled my face towards him, "I missed you," he mouthed, and I mouthed it back.

So, this is why Shane was so stressed. I shook the thought of him away though, as soon as Jared's lips touched mine. His heat radiated off of him, which was probably why I wasn't shivering even though I was laying on a concrete floor. He felt like heaven, and I simply melted under his gentle, pleading kiss. I didn't even have to think about it to be kissing him back. There wasn't much room under the bed, but we were as close as possible, almost tangled as it were.

Forgotten was the fact that he was human, and I was not. Forgotten was the thought of banishment, or even death. For both of us if were caught. All I could think about was how much I loved him, and how perfect this moment felt.

His lips gently moved down to my neck, and for that I was grateful, because even an elf needs to breathe every now and then.