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Tony poured wine into each glass and handed one to Claire. __o you remember when we had wine at the Red Wing?__laire closed her eyes, recalling the scene from a lifetime ago, and nodded. __ do._____ been watching you for years. I was so nervous that night. I thought I was planning your acquisition._ He looked into his red liquid. Her stance straightened, __f you__e using business metaphors, may I suggest hostile takeover. It__ more appropriate.

He spoke again as if he hadn__ just shattered his promise and her security. Her house of glass now lay in a pile of shards.

God she hated the dance. A blow to the cheek one minute and discussing a romantic getaway the next. It was the one step forward, two steps back waltz. She wanted to scream. Sitting on the side of the bed, Claire allowed herself tears and swallowed

Perhaps the rest of the world was gone. It was the most plausible answer. Heaven knows she couldn__ see or think of anyone else. That must be the answer, they were the only two people left, as the Earth spun into a timeless abyss. Claire once read time doesn__ pass at normal speeds within a black hole. If one were to travel into a black hole for only moments and return again, centuries would have passed. That explained the sensation she felt, once again peering into his dark gaze. She wouldn__ look away; she__ trained herself better than that. Then again, she reasoned, it wasn__ an option. She couldn__ divert her gaze if she wanted. The hold upon her stare was stronger than any ropes or chains made by man. Claire knew from experience, submitting to the hold was her best chance at survival. Fighting was a futile waste of energy.