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[attr="class","reasonbodcas"]Cas felt his anger bubbling up – how could she possibly tell him that motorbikes were deathtraps?! She had no right to tell him anything about what he did or did not buy. If she wanted a divorce like she apparently so desperately did, it would do her well not to meddle in what he decided to buy. “I wanted it,” in retrospect, he knew his answer sounded childish, but he could think of no better way to explain why he had done it. He’d bought the bike because he’d wanted to. He understood that it was dangerous, but it had been a calculated risk. After all, riding a motorbike was no more dangerous than wrestling dragons, and Saoirse had never had a problem with that. His face grew hot – funny how his wife chose certain things to worry over.

In fact, Cas knew that all of this was childish, but he found that he couldn’t stop. If Saoirse wanted them to divorce, then so be it. Perhaps this could be another reason to give her to pull the plug on their relationship.

He immediately looked up, confusion in his eyes. His sister? “What has she got to…” but it didn’t take long for the gears to turn in Cas’ head. It didn’t take long before he began piecing an idea together. A sister who so desperately loved her sister-in-law…one that was capable of meddling in even the most personal of their affairs. A sister that happened to know exactly what was going on between them because she got both sides of the story. It made perfect sense now. Zuri was able to play them against one another and create an impossible scenario. But why?

It seemed obvious now. So obvious that Cas wondered why it had taken them this long to piece it all together. She had wanted them to get back together. Perhaps it was the fact that Cas was crashing at her house or that she felt torn in-between them because she was both his sister and his wife’s best friend. Zuri must have surmised that by locking them in a room together they would be forced to reconcile their differences…or kill each other. “My sister puts her meddling hands where they don’t belong,” he said as he reached up to run a hand over his brow. His younger sister could be so frustrating, sometimes. She thought she knew best, but she knew nothing of this.

Zuri had never been in a long-term relationship. The one boyfriend he could recall of note was a Prince. She knew nothing of marriage or what it took to be married. But Cas did. So, did Saoirse. “She must think herself so smart,” His voice picked up in volume as he projected towards the door. “So smart, Zuri Adesida,” he yelled, hoping that she was out there, still. If he knew his sister, she was probably listening intently at the door.

Standing up, he crossed to the door once again. Perhaps now that they had figured out Zuri’s little plan, she would let them out. Unfortunately for Cas, a tug at the door revealed no such luck. Merlin’s Beard, he was still stuck in here. To what avail? “If you did not send this letter and it was my sister’s doing, we have no business being here.” He said, finally, pressing his forehead against the hotel door. “You want a divorce, Mosali. I will give you freedom from me.” He felt defeated. Cas didn’t want to play these games any longer. What he wanted was a stiff drink. And to wrestle a dragon. Perhaps that would help him clear his head.

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[attr="class","cbody"]Saoirse knew how quickly their fights could explode, and yet knowing that did nothing to stop her from getting irrationally angry about a motorbike of all things. “You wanted it? Really? What sound reasoning. Just go buy a bloody death trap because you wanted one!”
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She didn’t know what was going on here. Sure, they were already getting wrapped up in a fight and she knew that if Cas got started, then she was never going to be able to get a word in until he said his piece. But she was more caught up on the fact that he had a note that appeared to be from her, and she knew that she hadn’t written that. He was clearly too angry to think about that bit right now, but she wasn’t. It had something to do with why they were here—that they both had letters from the other. If she didn’t write the one that he’d just been waving in her face, then there was a good chance that he hadn’t written the one that she had either.
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And that really only meant that there was one person involved. One person that knew them both and might just do some meddling in order to get them in the same room without either of them—but more likely her, having a way of getting out of it. She was the one that left to avoid confrontations that she didn’t want to deal with, after all.
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She didn’t answer as he began to pose the question, because she knew that he would get there himself if he only thought about it for a second. It was the only explanation that made sense. The only way that they could both be led here, in a hotel room that locked behind them. She thought there was quite the chance that it wouldn’t be unlocked until they came to some sort of conclusion. Whatever that may be. “Yes she did…” And no part of her was surprised, when she thought about it. Zuri had decided to meddle, because she thought that she knew what they needed.
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Saoirse was sure that the woman wanted them to come out of this reconciled, but she should know them better than that. She should know that when frustrations ran high, their fights got worse, and them being locked in a hotel room was only going to fuel that fire. She let him yell through the door, but she didn’t think that it was going to do any good. Saoirse didn’t think that Zuri was even going to let on that she was still there, if she happened to be—and she was sure that she had stuck around to see if this worked.
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She watched das he headed back over to the door, but she didn’t have the same hopes as he did. She didn’t think that it was just going to magically unlock now that they knew what Zuri had been up to. She didn’t think that it was going to be nearly that easy, or that his sister was going to give up that easily. There was a result that she wanted out of this and she hadn’t gotten it yet.
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When he finally spoke, they were words that she hadn’t been expecting. She had expected more fight, more of him saying that they shouldn’t get divorced. What she hadn’t expected was him sounding more defeated than she had ever heard him before. And more than that, what she hadn’t expected was her heart to drop in her chest. This was what she wanted, wasn’t it? Wasn’t it? She was the one that had sent the papers. She was the one that had thought that they were divorced for the past year—the one that was so worried that their relationship was going to end with them hating each other.
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But suddenly, as he said it, they were the last seven words that she wanted to hear. I will give you freedom from me. Did she want that? Had she ever? When she had first sent the divorce papers, she had been partially serious. But she had also been expecting a fight. She had not been expecting him to give up so easily, so hearing nothing in return had hurt. It had made her feel like she had done the right thing because he hadn’t even cared.
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He hadn’t gotten the papers, though. And that changed things. Even though she’d been pushing the divorce since they had gotten back into contact, it still changed things. “I… don’t know,” her words were quiet. She didn’t even know if they were loud enough for him to even hear. All she knew were that tears were welling up, and they were completely unwelcome. “I don’t know what I want anymore…” She felt lost and completely conflicted.
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