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Without any hint of his anger, without any indication of what he was going to do Mynce threw me against the wall. My back smacked against the cold stony wall as the back of my head bounced off of it at the same time. Mynce kept a tight grip on my arm which he used to pin me to the wall. The throb of pain from my head went straight to my forehead, causing an instant headache. I hissed in pain and with my free hand I clutched at the back of my head, "Mynce?!" His nose was an inch away from mine. His icy blue eyes staring straight into my emerald ones. Though he was this close I had no fear of him...He had never hurt me before but this time was different...the little voice inside my head was screaming for me to back down but my pride was screaming louder, a look of anger spread across my face...it was so evident that it was as if my face were a book being read aloud during one of the classes that Nichole would soon be giving to Whyatte. His eyes narrowed in defiance, then a small noise admitted from his throat, though the meaning of it, whether it be disgust with me or himself, was unknown. Slowly he let go of my arm, as his vice grip lessened, his fingertips danced across my ivory skin and I could feel the goose flesh rising under the soft touch. I left my arm stand where he had placed it in his anger, I didn't dare move it. His eyes gave me one last menacing stare as his body turned from me. A billion emotions burst inside of me, why was he doing this, what had I done to make him so angry with me, why aren't I as angry with him as he is with me? And then it happened... I used his full name, "WILLIAM ROMAN VORTIVICH! Don't you dare turn your back on me with out an explanation!" The words blurted out of my mouth before I could even swallow them back. Suddenly he stopped, about one half down the hall, and with out even turning he spoke, his voice in the same strange calm, "Fiona, I am Master of this house and as Master I dare turn my back on you and whomever I choose." Then he continued his movement as though he had never even stopped,"And by the way I don't need to explain myself to anyone."

That night those words rang in my head...His usually kind words now sung with cruelty in my head, in a thick, haunting, Russian, accent.