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She couldn't dwell on how disappointed she was that this dessert night had started off so sourly. Therese had been in such good spirits these past few weeks and she would admit to Mackenzie (and only Mackenzie) that it had to do with her time spent with Michal Conway. She didn't feel the pressure of being someone she wasn't when she was with him, and it was nice to be seemingly appreciated for just being herself. Therese couldn't allow herself, at least in this moment, to get sad and upset that their evening had been interrupted so rudely.

What was Remy gaining out of stalking her? All Therese could think was that he got off on the mental anguish he caused her, because that was all he ever managed. Tonight had been the first time she'd physically touched him in years, and it was a shove, a push, a foot stomp! Could someone really be that cruel, or was there something actually wrong with him? Therese used to think she could read the man's mind like a book, and though she'd been proven wrong there was a wildness to his eyes that she'd never seen before. Remy had always been so cool and collected, one of the many reasons why she'd fallen so hard for him. He seemed so distance, even confused.

Therese was grateful for Michal's interruption however and didn't hesitate in taking his hand. He deserved an explanation even if Therese was incredibly embarrassed by the whole ordeal. She used to be good at containing her anger (except when it came to Matilda Rowle), and look at her now! Without another word she started to walk away, pulling on Michal's hand so that he would hopefully follow her out of the hallway and away.

"Yes, of course," Remy snapped, and Therese winced, "continue playing the role of his whore, it seems to be a terrible habit of yours." Her face heated up greatly, but she refused to acknowledge his words even though tears struck her eyes.

She hated him.