Merlin's beard!! What on earth had he been thinking? Flying lessons! He hated flying! Marcus, made sure to take his time walking up to the stables, it's not that he didn't want to make Iliana wait more that he didn't want to go through with this.

He was going to blame it on the sugar for his moment of insanity. He sighed deeply, as the stables came into view and his heart rate increased and his palms became all sweaty. Was it too late to turn around and forget the whole deal? Yes. Unfortunately it was.

Marcus, cursed under his breath as he stepped up to the fence surrounding the stables and he pressed his forehead against the railing and took a few deep breaths all the while chanting in his head, I can do this, I can do this. Groaning softly as his stomach clenched uncomfortably...actually he didn't think he could do this. Maybe he could sneak away now before Ili, showed up and...

Crap!

He was stuffed!