Etania was just as startled by Darius' sudden interruption as Gavin seemed. In some ways she felt like she'd done something wrong, but in so many others it felt right. He hadn't done anything but hug her and hold her hand. It was totally innocent.. right? She was flushed when they were interrupted and her cheeks only got redder as Darius continued speaking, in total disbelief of what he was saying and near tears, the only thing keeping them at bay was the gentle and reassuring squeeze of Gavin's hand. She wanted to make a good impression.. of which she'd failed miserably.<br/><br/>She looked at Gavin as Darius meandered away, wordlessly. Her hand dropped away from his and she took off at a sprint, back through the horse stables and up to the ranch, not bothering to look behind her to see if Gavin was following. She couldn't think right there, amongst the fucking dogs and horny horses.  She was completely embarrassed, but more than that, her mother had been right about Darius. He was nothing like her own father.. in comparison he seemed to have an almost clinical detachment to things. She couldn't possibly stay here now that THAT was said could she.. Even if Darius wouldn't be here for a few days, what would she possibly be able to say to the man after that? And how could she ever look Gavin in the eye again?<br/><br/>She didn't pause as she got to the house, instead she ran up the steps, onto the porch, and zoomed to her room. She grabbed the first of her suitcases, intent on taking off. She took hold of it, yanked and fell back, flat on her arse, and finally into a heap, letting her tears flow and feeling completely useless at the same time. She couldn't even get her luggage moved, how the hell was she supposed to move horses and dogs and do any sort of good job with it. She scooted back away from her luggage, her back pressed into a corner and took a few breaths to try getting herself under some sort of control, though the tears just didn't seem to want to stop. She didnt' want anyone to see her like this, especially not Darius, the prick. Slowly, she began to regain some semblence of her thoughts, focusing on Darius, and how he was an asshole. That helped a lot.