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 ...