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-Chapter Four-

When she woke in the morning, she was alone. Unsurprising, that - why should he linger? Perhaps more surprising was the fact that she lay tucked snugly in her own bed. She had almost hoped that he would come in, sweep her off her feet, and cart her back to his castle.

Sarah scowled blackly at the ceiling. Why hadn't he? Bastard.

But she'd given in to him, hadn't she? Fallen under the spell of those bewitching eyes and lost herself completely.

Falling didn't hurt - perhaps that was why it was so easy. The fall was beautiful, amazing, and frankly, she was glad it had happened. True, she hadn't expected to lose her innocence quite so soon, but it had already begun to crumble when his so-strong presence had hovered behind her, breath on her cheek as he whispered, "It's further than you think."

She stared up at her ceiling, this time with a faint smile. A sun-drenched morning after a terrible storm. How horridly picturesque. She dared to wonder if it was a present. He was, after all, generous.

She stretched languidly, noting the ache in her muscles - the sensation was peculiar, but flushed her cheeks with the remembrance of what they had done.

Wonderful. And, blessedly, it was a weekend. No school for her, the mistress of the Goblin King. She giggled semi-hysterically.

And all most girls her age dreamt of was dating the star quarterback on the football team!

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When she wandered downstairs, humming one of his songs, all she could see was chaos.

No table - it was on the ground in pieces. No more good china - fine powder clung to torn wallpaper and flooded on the floor. The china cabinet lay sideways, the glass shattered and littered over the ragged rug.

Had she been so involved with Jareth that she had forgotten all of this?

Her slow gaze drank in the decimated room. Why... yes. She had.

Damn him for being so distracting, so delicious, so - him.

Sarah sighed. And where was her father - and Karen? Had they stormed out of the house into the gale? Had one slept on the ground last night?

Had either of them seen Toby?

The thought froze her heart with fear. After all, she'd been holding him until the Goblin King had distracted her. And he wanted Toby. Or at least, she thought he wanted Toby. Now, however, she wasn't sure. How could she be? It wasn't as if the man had gone right out and declared, "Give me the child," now had he?

Her head spun as she climbed the stairs, dared to peek into the master bedroom. Her father was there, sound asleep, blankets tossed over his head. And over in the crib - her bright, brilliant little boy. More her own child than that of her parents.

She walked over, resting her head on the railing. Sound asleep, the little angel/demon thing that he was. She leaned down to breathe in the scent of his baby-clean hair and was rewarded with the faintest touch of Jareth.

Peaches and honey and bonfires and water and air. Touched by elegance, not too strong or too wild, but with the potential to overwhelm.

Just like him.

Sarah smiled. Perhaps falling wasn't so bad, after all.

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