Like a servant guilty of blasphemy to his king.

I beg for my life.

Maybe if I see her just one more time.

I'll let go.

-- | Elias |

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Ambrosia gazed down at the yellow envelope studying it's bland exterior before fixing her eyes on the twitchy man in front of her.

"So this is it?"

Mr. Avril nodded and folded his bulky arms replying, "That's all I could find on those two, turns out that they are dealing with some slippery people."

"Who?" Ambrosia asked in hurry.

He looked around for the seventh time to see if anyone was watching. He pulled on his coat collar with an anxious look.

"It's all in the envelope woman!"

Impatient with the grown man's nervous attitude Ambrosia began to tear the seal off the envelope. She earned her a loud hiss from him.

"Open it at your house!"

Ambrosia widened her eyes at his reaction before slipping the envelope into her purse. Mr. Avril had agreed to meet her behind gas station in town a few blocks from his apartment complex.

"And you said you knew cops from the town over, correct."

Ambrosia's voice was quiet as her head raced with possibilities of content within. The content not only revealing Mrs. Henway's past but Elias' as well.

"Yes, I told you already, if you are sure they killed your grandmother just give me a call and we'll take them in for questioning," Mr. Avril assured as he looked through his pockets. He successfully found a cigar and peered at Ambrosia.

"You got a lighter?"

Ambrosia cocked an eyebrow and shook her head feeling no need to hide the look of disgust on her face. She quickly said goodbye and returned back into her car away from the choking scent of tobacco mixed with the smell of beer that surrounded Mr. Avril.

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Arriving at the house Ambrosia could feel the sweat gathering on the palm of her hands. She knew she had to gather herself together once she shared the information with Ivy.

Ambrosia could feel something tugging at her heart, something that made her want to drive away and never look back. Or at least drive back to her house, push the key into the lock and turn the knob.

Then open the door and breath in the fresh scent of lemon within her peaceful home.

But she was not at home, Ambrosia had unknowingly opened the doors of something or someone dangerous.

Ambrosia walked up the spiraling staircase her steps resonating through the emptiness that was her grandmother's home. She had not seen Tania and her husband all morning and figured that they were conspiring with Mrs. Henway somewhere sacred.

Her father was being closely watched by Ivy since the sun peeked through the clouds and before going to get her sister Ambrosia decided to go into her room to take some time to really digest what she was doing.

Ambrosia entered her room and set her bag down on her dresser, turning to her left she froze.

Elias stood facing the mirror a familiar scarf of Ambrosia's bunched in his hands. His eyes caught her in the reflection and he turned abruptly.

"Ambrosia," he spoke timidly.

"What are you doing in my room?" Ambrosia's voice was stern.

I have to hold my ground.

He looked rather worn out Ambrosia had to admit, the rings around his eyes were dark and brought out the bags. She wondered why he looked this way when yesterday he looked normal. But in seconds the tired look of his features brought out weakness from Ambrosia.

"I-I came to bring you your scarf back," Elias answered but didn't make any effort to move towards her.

Ambrosia sighed and ran her hand over her hair that was neatly pulled into bun. Elias watched her with a look of fear and admiration dwindling in his glassy eyes.

"You're lying aren't you..." Ambrosia trailed off.

"Yes, I wasn't planning on giving it back to you."

Ambrosia couldn't help but let out a light chuckle as she watched him shift his weight back and forth nervously. He didn't seem like himself.

But then again Ambrosia didn't know what he was like anyway.

Elias placed the scarf down smiling at her laugh and lets it fade, he places his hands on the back of his neck and looks at her in deep thought.

"I came to see you Ambrosia, I've missed you."

Ambrosia's heart twinged, she shook her head and stepped back with a disapproving finger pointed at him.

"It hasn't even been a day since I last saw you."

"I know but I wanted-I wanted to see you...to touch you again," he murmured his eyelids drooping. He was very tired.

Elias touched her finger and then her hand gingerly cupping it in his.

"Elias, go," Ambrosia insisted.

He let out a small groan of what Ambrosia could only make out as pain.

"Say it again...please," he said bringing her hand to his face. He kissed her hand as a way to beg.

The emotions were all to surreal for Ambrosia her chest ached at his tone. What was happening to her? Her breath was slipping quicker and quicker from her lungs.

"W-what?"

"Say my name."

Ambrosia's chest rose and fell despite the heavy fear that was crushing her.

"No no," he mumbled to himself.

"Elias-Elias are you okay?" she stammered in serious concern as he began swaying with her hand to his lips.

In one jarringly swift movement Elias reached for her forearm with his other hand and let his head hang over her shoulder pulling Ambrosia closer to him.

"Damn I knew it, I'm terribly in love with you."

Ambrosia's hear dropped into her stomach, her lungs heaved for air. Oh this was it, this was God's punishment for fooling around with all those boys. This was the true fear of Ambrosia Hill, the deep love of a man.

"You're not!" Ambrosia exclaimed in a hushed voice but her eyes showed the urgency.

Elias spoke and a warm stream of air onto her neck, he watched the goosebumps rise onto her walnut brown skin.

"Terribly in love," he repeated.

"No this is lust Elias, you feel lust!"

"And you do too," he whispered letting his lips move on her skin. A fire danced it's way through Ambrosia's body. She was burning up, she was tense, and he was right.

Elias let go of her and collapsed into a chair by her window. His body slumped back and he covered his eyes with his hand. "What am I doing."

Ambrosia stood completely shook out of her element by the whole conversation that had just took place. She adjusted her shirt and walked over to her bed sitting down silently her eyes moved to her purse.

"Elias can I ask you a question?"

Elias didn't move he only sighed in agreement.

"Why do you work for your mother?"

Elias moved his hand from his face and stared quizzically his posture changing.

"She provides me with things."

"What things?"

"Necessities," his answered flatly.

Ambrosia clicked her tongue at his vagueness.

"What necessities?"

"A-Ambrosia, t-that's more than one question," Elias resisted his face reddening in slight frustration.

"You never gave me a real answer Elias."

Elias raked his fingers through his curls watching her with hawk like eyes.

"Food, water, money, health aids..."

"Like medication," Ambrosia interrupted glancing back at her purse her hand already up to reach for it.

"Yes like medication, flower." Elias was now on his feet.

Ambrosia peeked in her bag to see the yellow envelope; a shadow grew over head and she gazed upward to see Elias looking down.

"What kind of medication-" Ambrosia pushed her purse to the side of her and swallowed hard.

"What are you trying to do to me, kill me?" Elias questioned. Ambrosia could have sworn her heart stopped for a sliver of time, the way he was keeping his eyes locked with her own, like he knew. This was like nothing she had ever been through before.

Two cold hand found themselves on each side of her face battling the heat that had already rose to her cheeks.

"Your hurting me, asking me personal questions like that," Elias said sorrowfully.

"W-well how am I supposed to get to know you?" Ambrosia innocently chirped.

Elias laughed, a rare sound and sight for Ambrosia. Watching his white teeth flash themselves to her, his enigmatic eyes twinkle with some spark of joy.

"So now she want's to get to know me," he breathed. "Let me ask you some personal questions Miss Ambrosia Hill..."

Elias' face drew near her slow.

"Where would you like me to kiss you?"

Ambrosia couldn't move, for one, her body was under his spell, absolutely trapped underneath his gaze. Secondly, she feared if she even batted an eyelash he would see the guilt in her soul.

Elias bent lower and moved his mouth to her ear, his hair brushing up on the side of Ambrosia's cheek.

"Here?" he whispered rubbing his lips on her burning skin. He moved down her cheek to her throat. Ambrosia's eyes were already closed as her body gave into the feeling.

"No," Ambrosia whimpered and bit her lip in embarrassment, her voice had failed her. Elias only hummed, pleased with her reaction.

"Here then?" Elias moved his lips to her chin.

Ambrosia didn't understand why her heart went out to him, the odd young man had eyes that sang a sad song. A song that tangled Ambrosia into its mess.

"Oh I see, here..." Elias caught the tip of bottom lip with his teeth and kissed it before pressing his lips gracefully onto hers.

Ambrosia's lips followed in a tentative way but Elias caught her up to speed as if was a reflex she had forgotten.

Jackets, shirts, and pants were off and all spread about them as the two pushed their lips to argue back and forth roughly.

Ambrosia lay back onto the bed lips throbbing and breathless in her sexual frustration. Elias was over her and she studied him with maybe a hint of something more in her heart.

Both of them watched each other dazed and unprepared for the next move.

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