"You.want.me. Me?" Meredith snorted, admittedly not a very ladylike noise, but right then she just didn't care. She chuckled as if she was hearing a joke.
"Yes." Marcus fought back a grin as he brought his wine to his lips.
Meredith stopped suddenly, almost as if she was hearing his words for the first time. She breathed in a teensy bit of panic,
"You're serious." She replied sharply.
"Hmm glad you have noticed that."" He replied looking at her deadpan.
Meredith narrowed her eyes at him, "You want me as in….."
"I want you to be strong, powerful and the best version of yourself." Marcus interrupted her.
Meredith raised her brows in suspicion.
"And why is that?"
Marcus placed his glass on the table and looked at her, his usual smirk disappearing from his face.
"Believe it or not princess, I want you alive and the only way of ensuring that is to make you powerful, no to make you unbeatable."
Meredith frowned, he still hadn't answered her question.
