Rose did not say a word. Her voice escaped her. Xander’s blue eyes investigated her green ones as through he wanted to pierce through them.
“What kind of question is that?” Rose asked nervously, forcing herself to smile, “I’m Rose Adler, your new wife.” His grip on her hand was tight. She noticed that and released the needled to let it fall on the floor.
“I don’t appreciate being lied to,” He hissed. His voice was so cold that a shiver ran up Rose’s spine.
“Why are you so aggressive all of a sudden? I promise, I’m not here to harm you,” she pleaded, half expecting him to release her hand, but he didn’t.
“You’re my wife, right? You should not lie to your husband, Rose,” Xander said, turning her own words against her. Rose ceased to struggle and looked into his eyes. He was adamant about learning the truth. The look in his eyes told her that he really would not let her go. She sighed aloud.
“All I can you is that… I might know how to heal you. Your condition… It’s not normal-”
“What are you going about?” Xander interrupted her. Rose forced herself to stand up, almost twisting her hand. She looked down at his legs and then at his face.
“This isn’t normal paralysis. Your leg muscles are gradually stiffening. This is similar to a neurological disorder known as Stiff-Person Syndrome. In three months… your legs will be completely stiff, and they’ll need to be amputated,” Rose explained as calmy and clearly as she possibly could.
Xander listened to every one of her words as though his life depended on it, and in this instance, it might have. Rose was not spouting some gibberish. She might have been telling him the truth. Her explanation was professional and articulate. She sounded like all those doctors who had no good news to tell him about his condition, except that Rose’s voice had a tint of heart in it. She was concerned about him.
“Xander, do you realize what this means?” she asked next, a frown on her face.
“There are many people who would love to see me dead… but to think that someone from my own family…” Xander’s words trailed off. His grip on Rose’s hand loosened and she pulled it away. There was a red ring going around her wrist. She rubbed her wrist with her other hand to soothe the pain and nervously watched Xander.
“Stiff-Person Syndrome affects the entire body… and no car accident would ever cause muscle stiffness,” she said, “It’s something else. Someone’s been slowly poisoning your body-”
“Leave me alone,” Xander interrupted her once more, his voice soft and dejected. Rose glanced at the door and then back at him. He was facing the window with no hope on his face. Learning that someone he lived with was trying to kill him, and possibly a family member, was devastating.
She began, “Xander, I am your wife. And from this point on, your doctor-”
“I don’t care if you can work miracles right now. In fact, you shouldn’t even care about me. You shouldn’t have agreed to marry me, Rose. You’re only wasting your life.”
Rose saw that Xander would not look at her as she spoke to him. Instead, she walked over to the other side of the bed, getting in between him and the window he was looking at, and sat down on the bed.
“What matters now is that I did marry you. This marriage is an agreement between you and me. I was taught to honor my promises and agreements,” she said. Not only was investigating her grandmother’s death the thing that kept her from leaving, but Mason would never agree to her and Xander ending their marriage.
Xander looked at Rose’s green eyes behind her glasses. She sounded very sincere. He wanted to believe her with all his heart, but he was through with trusting people. He could not even trust his own family; let alone a stranger he had just met less than thirty minutes ago.
The door opened and Wayne stepped into the room.
“Might the lady of the house wish to explore the rest of the house?” Wayne suggested. Xander did not say a word. Rose looked at Xander. He still did not have any hope in his eyes.
“I’ll be taking my leave then. Wayne, please open the curtains,” she ordered, walking to the other side of the bed where she dropped the needle. She picked it up and as she packed away her equipment, Wayne looked at Xander, expecting an objection which never came. He did as he was told and opened the curtains, allowing some light of life to fill the room.
Rose closed her needle bag and placed it inside the case. She recalled how difficult it was to obtain those needles. They were the sharpest and sturdiest one could ever find; perfect for piercing a nerve point with the utmost precision.
Before she left, she looked at Xander. He was longingly staring at the light as it swam into the room. She walked out the room, leaving him in there with Wayne.
“What do you think about her?” Wayne asked his master after he was certain that Rose was long gone.
“I don’t think much about her… but it’s clear that you have an opinion,” Xander said, giving Wayne the cue to voice his thoughts, and Wayne did so without any restraints.
“Lady Melissa surely could not be related to her. They’re so different. Lady Melissa was so well-mannered… and she did not dress up light high school girl. Does Lady Rose even realize that she’s married?” Wayne continued to say everything he found displeasing about Rose. He spoke so much that he did not notice the faint smile on Xander’s face.
Everything that Wayne was complaining about hardly mattered. What mattered was that Rose could possibly cure him of his illness. But first, he needed some confirmation.
“I want to speak to Eric,” Xander said when, finally, Wayne was done complaining. The butler nodded obediently. He did not need to know why Xander wanted to speak to the assistant. It was clear enough.
And so, Eric entered the room with Wayne, but the butler was told to take his leave, which he did without any reservations. Eric had a stoic expression on his face. It reminded both Wayne and Xander of Mason.
“Wayne had certain things to say about Rose… I haven’t heard your thoughts yet,” Xander sat up in bed.
Eric managed to catch Rose downstairs before she walked away. He had done his research on her. She was a simple village girl who could not care for worldly riches even as her life depended on it. Wayne might have disagreed, but Rose was the perfect type of woman for Xander to marry.
“Master Mason made his decision. I believe that is all that matters,” Eric said, choosing to remain impartial unlike Wayne who did not hesitate to say what was on his mind. Xander sighed.
“You’re right. But there’s something more to Rose than what you discovered,” Xander stated, Eric narrowing his eyes from doubt. He had done his job spectacularly. What could he have missed?
“Something more, sir?” Eric asked Xander to clarify.
“Yes… do you think Rose is capable of murder?” Xander asked only for Eric to chuckle. That was the answer that Xander needed. He reached down and pressed his fingers against the side of his thigh.
“I have no feeling in my legs, but I can tell through touch that my muscles are stiffening. She was able to tell simply from looking at them for a few seconds,” he said. Eric did find that to be suspicious as well. He did not believe that he could have missed any vital piece of information when he researched Rose but there was no harm in searching again. Could Rose be keeping a deep secret that even Eric could not discover? If so, then what was that secret?