He was not going to feel bad for what he had just said. He was NOT!! Okay yes he was. Marcus watched as she walked out of the door and he sighed deeply, feeling total regret at her leaving.

He slowly discarded his contaminated clothes and put on the new ones she had brought him. Why? Why now? After all this time of only having to think of himself. Why did he have to care what others thought, no what she thought of him.

Marcus leaned back against her desk and rubbed his forehead. Caroline Avalon was going to be the death of him, he was sure of it. Ugh...now was not the time for this, he had to get back down to the dungeons. he strode over to the door and opened it.

And there she was standing there and he swallowed roughly. "I am so..."he was about to apologise he truly was but the words got stuck in his throat..."needing to get back to the dungeons. Am I all cleared to go?" His voice came out rougher than he had wanted but he couldn't stop himself. Standing in her doorway, he refused to meet her eyes.