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When I awoke the next morning, Kurtis still had me in his embrace, and he was playing with my hair.

I realised that I had yet to look again at the book of 'Eternity', so eventually I dragged myself from the sheets and forced myself to dress.

Winston came doddering in, as usual with the same routine cups of tea, and a bowl of cereal each.

"I thought I might find you here, Mr Trent."

We all laughed. Winston departed and Kurtis and I ate.

It was around 11 am when I began flicking through the blasted book.

I searched for more information about where they would meet once the Cup had been obtained, or any other helpful information. One particular section caught my eye.

"When we have obtained this Cup of legend and power, we'll meet upon the battlefields at the seventh hour."

Well, the simple rhyme made things easy enough.

I ventured downstairs to let the others know of my find and to begin preparations. Then I heard something that made my stomach flip.

They were arguing, again!

"I know there's something between me and Lara. If you hadn't come along and ruined everything..."

"I ruined everything! I've known her a lot longer than you, I guarantee it."

"Try me."

"Ok then. Did you know her before Paris?"

"No, I was employed just aft..."

“I knew it.”

“But then you just left, and seven years later you expected that she wouldn’t have moved on!”

“No, I died! I never expected to see her again. She chose me, Alistair, not you!”

“But she might have done if...”

“She would never. You're just jealous that you're not the one making sweet love to her every night. I mean, you've never seen her breasts in the flesh! And I'm the one that gets to touch her, not you." He said the last word with such aggression I thought Alistair was about to die. I knew I had inside.

Kurtis had talked about me like a whore. Tears formed in my eyes. I was forced out of my depressed reverie by shouts and thuds.

I slammed open the door to see Kurtis clutching one eye, and Alistair looking for something to stop the blood flowing from his nose. Throwing him a tissue, I gave Kurtis the look of death. He realised why.

"Lara, wait."

"No Kurtis. I don't want to hear it. Alistair, fetch a headset. I'm headed for Galicia. Please make the usual arrangements."

Kurtis looked confused.

"Wait, don't you mean 'we'?"

"No, I don't. Just think about it, Kurtis. You'll work it out."

I stormed out, and banged the door behind me.

I was finished with men.


The End

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