It had been a long two days on my own. I'd had Dorian knock on my door to try and talk to me, but I'd just ignored him. I really had thought through everything I could do, but my head always led me back to the same two choices: either do it to survive myself or run and hide and break Xander and end up dead. I knew I'd had a third choice, but that choice I hadn't wanted to even think about since the night it had come to me; it had been my last resort. I knew Xander had said he'd accept anything I had to say, but I knew he'd not accept that choice in the slightest.
I sat in front of my fire, watching the flames flicker about in the fireplace. A sigh escaped my lips as I knew I couldn't keep Xander dangling any longer. I had no choice. I had to give him an answer tonight; otherwise, I had a
