As I turn make my way down the altar corridor I hear another set of footsteps behind me.

“Gwen.” Elijah whispers.

“What?” I hiss, turning on him.

I can see in his eyes that he feels bad for the news. I also know that no matter how much he hints at loving me, he can’t do a damn thing about my marriage and neither can I. I don’t realize I’m falling until he catches me and holds me close to him.

“Gwen. Keep it together. This is not the place.” He whispers urgently into my ear.

“I don’t care.” I reply.

I needed him now more than ever before. I left all fucks given on the table upstairs. I pull him to me, pressing my lips against his. He tenses up before giving way to me. I’m not thinking about the consequences. I’m not thinking about anything. I just need this, here and now.

He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around him. I feel the cold stone against my back as we move against the wall. Here and now is all I care about. This, him. Suddenly I know what I need to do. I pull away and look at him, but before I can say anything another voice fills the air.

“Well, well, well,” it says smugly, “look at what we have here.”

We freeze and I look over Elijah’s shoulder to see Victor with two guards. Elijah lets me drop down but keeps his grip tight on my arms. I look into his eyes and I can see that he knows it too. We’re both dead for this.

Before we can say a word or move, the two guards rip Elijah from me and drag him backwards. I lunge for him but am caught from behind.

“Not so fast.” Victor’s voice whispers in my ear.

Elijah struggles against the guards, tearing and pulling at their grip. For a moment it looks like he’ll get free. Hope fills me as I entertain the thought of our great escape from this place.

“Uhn, uhn, uhn little brother. Not so fast. If you fight,” I feel his hand slither up to my neck and grip it. “She dies.”

Elijah meets my eyes and instantly stops fighting. The guards hit Elijah on the back of the head and he goes limp. One of them picks him up and throws him over the shoulder.

“Take him to the throne room. I’ll deal with him in a moment.” Victor commands.

I watch as the guards carry Elijah away and I want to scream. If only I could get to my wand.

“I’ll kill you.” I hiss at him.

“Shhhh, just go to sleep. You’ll be calm when you wake.” He purrs, tightening his grip on my neck.

I struggle but can’t get out of his grip. Slowly, everything starts to fade away. My last image is of the floor.