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Miss Marilyn
Marilyn looked at Rafe in surprise. Had he just insinuated...No, he couldn't have. He was just teasing her. Carter was an awesome guy, after all...but she worried about him living in her world. Yes, she'd advised him to align with the right purebloods. Caroline...Marie...even herself, would all be acceptable matches. Not that the blonde wanted to think about Carter with her cousins...but Carter was such a kind, gentle soul...Could he handle it? Now that Rafe had mentioned it...Marilyn couldn't help but think about it...
Ugh, it was so frustrating, though, that he'd managed to date the whole family. Could nothing be JUST hers anymore?
The box? Marilyn hadn't considered taking it. They were going to be traveling...and she'd never forgive herself if something happened to Rafe's family heirloom. Which, the fact that he'd even brought it up made her wonder...What was in that blasted box?!
She glared at him then, getting frustrated at not knowing..."You could just tell me what's in the box and save us both the trouble..."
"Nope." Rafe simply put it. He coughed again. Rafe was coughing hard and couldn't stop. Sip of butterbeer...ugh. Didn't work. He just grabbed a napkin. He coughed even harder...was that blood? He quickly put his napkin in his lap before he gave it more attention.
He propped his head on his hand on the table. He felt like he was in a complete daze.
"It might not ever open..." he whispered.