Coming all out

Roxanne's mind was made up. The next time she saw Lancelot, she was going to tell him that she was leaving. She had to leave. Her presence was doing them both more harm than good. Though, she did not understand what it was about this "mate" bond he spoke off, she understood that her leaving would hurt him, but, staying would hurt him more.

So, when the door opened fully and Lancelot stepped in, she sat up and stared blankly at him, waiting for the perfect moment to speak.

He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. He leaned against the door and closed his eyes, while trying to do the breathing exercise Flinn had thought him when he was a teenager, to calm his nerves.

Lancelot caught Roxanne staring at him, and made a mental note to order food for her.

He took slow steps towards his bedside drawer to take off his wristwatch and place a call to the maids to bring food for her. He felt her eyes follow him with every step he took. When he placed his wristwatch down and p