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Hey guys! Many thanks for your all your wonderful comments and likes, and for the continued interest in the story -- I know it's been a long time since the last update! Love you all! Chapter Thirteen is below! Mwahhh.

previous chapters: ch 1 - ch 2 - ch 3 - ch 4 - ch 5 - ch 6 - ch 7 - ch 8 - ch 9 - ch 10 - ch 11 - ch 12

Chapter Thirteen

Geet watched Maan's chest rise and fall as he slumbered. For a moment, she was struck by incredible longing to rest against his body, as she had countless times before. How far they had drifted away from one another. She shook her head in an attempt to cast away the memories. What use were they now? Back to the matter at hand -- the doorway. More specifically, going through it.

Confident that Maan was soundly snoozing, Geet swung her legs from the bed. Carefully, she tip-toed to where Maan was lying down. The door was just inches from her grasp. All she had to do was reach out and --

*Creak.* Geet suppressed a groan. Did the floorboards just *have* to shift beneath her feet? Maan would surely stir now.

As she had predicted, Maan's eyes flew open. "What the --?" he said with a start, Geet towering above him. "What are you doing?"

"Uh . . . ." Geet twisted a strand of her hair. "Nothing . . . ."

Maan lifted himself up from the ground. ""Really?" he questioned suspiciously, rubbing his eyes.

Geet furrowed her brow. Why *was* she being so stealthy? Like she cared anymore about what Maan thought. "If you must know," she began, raising her chin, "I am going through the door behind you."

"Like hell you are," Maan retorted, snapping awake. "Didn't we already have this discussion?"

Geet sighed in frustration. "Can you please just move?" she demanded, crossing her ams. "There's nothing you can say to stop me. I'd rather be anywhere else than here." The moment the words flew off her tongue, Geet felt a pang of regret. Pain flashed across Maan's face.

"Fine," said Maan evenly. "Go." He gazed deeply into her eyes, and Geet almost lost her nerve.

Almost.

"Thank you for finally being reasonable," Geet said primly. She took another step toward the doorway, and was about to take another when she felt the undeniable presence of Maan behind her, close to her back. Geet spun around. "Where are you going?" she asked blankly.

"Where do you think?" Maan's expression reflected pure exasperation. "I'm going with you."

"What?" Geet stared at him, dumbfounded. "But you don't want to go through. It's dangerous, remember?" she said, recalling for Maan his warning.

"It is. And that's why I'm not letting you go alone." A gust of wind howled outside, and Maan's stare grew even more intense. Geet swallowed. *I will not cry,* she repeated in her head. *I will not cry.* Still, she couldn't help but feel moved.

At last, the two stepped through the doorway. Although they waited several moments for their eyes to adjust to the dark, it remained black as pitch. For a moment, Geet thought to turn back. But then she thought of Zoya's smile, and immediately resolved to press on. She had to get out of this place, and fast. Away from Maan, away from Zoya, away from her past.

"Give me your hand," Maan said quietly.

Geet hesitated, then reluctantly slipped her hand into his. She couldn't help feeling at least a little fearful.

The two kept walking, Maan gripping Geet's hand tightly. At some point, they saw the flickering of torch lights high above them. The light from the torches illuminated walls that were rough and cavernous, with crumbling rocks. Were they in some type of cave?

"You can let go now," said Geet softly.

"No." Maan set his mouth in a firm line as they moved along.

"But there's light now," Geet protested, motioning toward the torches with her free hand.

"Not much," said Maan. He shook his head. How had he let Geet convince him to travel through the cavernous tunnel they appeared to be in? They had been walking for at least thirty minutes, and no exit was in sight.

"Let go," said Geet, twisting her hand in Maan's hold.

"No."

"I said, let go!"

"No!" Maan shouted. "What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with *me*?" Geet cried. "What's wrong with *you*?"

"That I let you talk me into going through this ridiculous cave!"

"I didn't talk to you into anything!" Geet screeched. "You followed me on your *own.*"

"Like you left me any choice!" Maan loosened his grip from Geet, fury and -- if it was possible, longing -- rushing through his veins. "Like I could ever let you put yourself in harm's way?"

"Why do you even care anymore?" demanded Geet, placing her hands on her hips. His mixed signals were doing her in. "Wouldn't Miss Zoya feel jealous if she heard you talking like this?"

"Jealous over what?" Maan's eyes widened and he stepped backward in confusion, his back hitting the wall. "What are you talking about?"

But Geet's eyes had shifted to above Maan's head, where rocks had start to dislodge once Maan had made contact with the wall. "Maan!" she screamed, reaching for him.

But it was too late. Geet watched in horror as a large piece of stone tumbled down and made direct contact with Maan's head.

Maan fell to his knees on impact, then to his side.

And then all went black.

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