<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">The instant Anel lashed out about her love for Atticus, Zara's eyes flashed with hurt, the deep infatuation she had over the bodyguard of the Teahouse causing her to be wounded by his retort. As soon as she felt the hurt, a mask slammed down on her features and she hid her emotions. Just as quickly as she had opened herself up to Anel, she shut him out. But the damage had been done; who else wanted Atticus? She had seen the look that passed between him and a few of the whores but...<br/><br/>Suddenly she remembered earlier inside, Fiona and Atticus...whispering...lovers! She took a deep breath, barely realizing that something was hurting her. Belatedly she looked down at her fist clenched around the broken glass, cutting into her skin. Her blood was trickling down her hand, dropping on the grass and tainting it. She watched the blood for a few seconds, entranced by it, memories of Atticus and Fiona. Fiona and Atticus.<br/><br/>Bitterly she snapped, "Because who would fall in love with a whore, Anel?" Her eyes were angry and bitter as she looked at him, pouring the alcohol on her hand and hissing at the biting pain, "Don't be stupid."<br/><br/>She clenched her teeth in silence, not wishing to speak about her secret anymore. After a silent few seconds, she said quietly, "You need to have someone make sure you're not...torn, Anel. Make sure you're not still bleeding." She hated to be the one to force him to accept what had happened to him...but he needed to be checked.</span>