Jemma sat on the bed playing with a loose piece of cotton off of her shirt. Running from Remus was really not a good idea; he had caught up to her within a matter of seconds and hauled her over his shoulder regardless of her screaming.
He hadn't locked her in though, as she thought he was going to.
He simply instructed her that the same fate awaited her if she decided to leave, and being carried back so indignantly by Remus was not something she really wanted.
Michael wasn't in the room when she got there, so she had no idea where he could have gone to. Not that she much cared at the minute with how he had acted with her.
This place, this palace and these people seemed to be like poison to him, and it was certainly seeping into their relationship.
She could already feel that their mat
