I stood there dumbfounded as I watched her saunter away. Anger was boiling inside me. She had made a fool of me in my own home! Shaking the look of confusion from my face I followed her to the alchemy station. She was busy talking to Gabriella and didn't even look my way when I went to stand beside her.

I touched her arm to get her attention, "We need to talk."

"Not now, I'm going out on my first contract." She stated with a grin before grabbing some potions from Gabriella and exiting the area.

Once again she had left me in a complete state of disarray. I stood in silence staring at the empty space that was once occupied by her. I could feel Gabriella's eyes on me, they were full of concern.

"Is something going on between you two?" She questioned.

"No." I stated hastily, "She's the contract I failed."

Gabriella's face was shocked, "She was your contract?"

I didn't bother to reply again; instead I went to sit down in the training area. I need some time to clear my head but as was the usual my thoughts are consumed with her. It's making me crazy. The worst part of it is, is she clearly has no interest in me, but I can't clear the longing for her from my head. It was almost as if I craved her closeness.

My next few days were spent pacing the floors and not sleeping because of the images of her playing through my mind. I was a bit relieved because the sanctuary had already received word that all three of her contracts were dead. I have to admit, I'm impressed by her skill. Since I haven't been sleeping much I had devised a somewhat half assed plan to corner her and force her to talk to me. She can't avoid me forever. A solid two weeks had passed since she had left and despite the knowledge of how skilled she was in combat I couldn't fight the worry that wracked my mind.

I growled in frustration as I hit my blades against the practice dummy. I hate her for making me feel this way. I have been in a constant state of worry and my emotions toward her are too confusing for me to figure them out. I slammed my daggers against the dummy once again. Why does she have to be so beautiful and mysterious? Why is she so damn against speaking with me? My anger was rising with each devastating blow to the target.

Her eyes and soft skin flashed through my memory, thoughts of that night together tormented me. She would probably never be mine again…

I slashed my blades one final time and split the practice dummy in half. I was pulled from my memories of Syrah when I realized everyone in the sanctuary was watching me. Babette went to put her hand on mine but I quickly pulled away. I stormed out, I needed to clear my head and that wouldn't be possible with all the questions I'm sure they had for me. I took to the trees, climbing one with ease and perching myself among its branches. I sat there letting the rain drip down my scales for what seemed like hours and I felt more at peace than I had in a very long time.

I hadn't been sitting in the tree long when I heard the sound of hooves on the road below me. Two horses were steadily making their way down the path, their occupants mounted on their backs. As they approached the tree I was in I could clearly make out that the figure on the white horse was Syrah…there was no mistaking that hood. The other was a khajiit clad in heavy armor. I stayed as quiet as possible so that I could overhear their conversation.

"This is my stop." She stated as her horse came to a halt.

"So it is…" The khajiit purred out.

I felt a surge of jealousy pass through me at the tone of his voice.

"Once again, thank you so much for your help, Kharjo."

He helped her down off her horse and they embraced in a hug. I let out a low growl of anger at the display. I tried to fight the emotions toward the two but I found it impossible.

"I'll find you if I need you again." She stated as she led her horse away from the path and toward the entrance of the sanctuary.

The khajiit mounted his horse and set off in a slow trot. Now that they were both out of sight, I was able to clear my thoughts somewhat and calm down. Why did that bother me so much? I shook my head and went to climb down from the tree. It only took a matter of seconds for me to descend the tree, once at the bottom I planted my feet firmly on the ground to steady myself. The leaves rustled behind me and before I could even think, Syrah had a sword drawn at my neck. I threw my hands up in surrender and stared angrily into her equally pissed off eyes.

"Why are you spying on me from the tree, lizard?" She spat.

"I wasn't spying on you, elf. I was sitting there long before you came riding down the path."

"I don't believe you." She stated. "You're still trying to kill me."

"Oh, sweet Syrah. You are overly paranoid…I can't kill you now. Not now that you're in the brotherhood." I retorted.

"Why were you spying on me then?"

"I wasn't spying on you." I tried to reply calmly, but she was really pissing me off. Who does she think she is anyway? "Who was that guy you were with?"

"Why do you care?"

I honestly couldn't think of an answer to the question she had just so furiously spat at me.

"I don't know." I answered hotly.

She threw herself at me and tackled me in a kiss. I kissed back, savoring the flavor of her lips on mine...that's when I felt a sharp sting in my right arm. I glanced down at my arm only to see her blade thrust through and stuck into the tree. She stood back and smiled before running off through the forest. I tried to pull the blade from my arm but it was firmly planted in the tree. I would be stuck until someone found me.

A/N: Be sure to leave a review it would make my day! And thanks soooo much to Zeeweeble for the great advice! I'm wondering where I should have Syrah run off to this time…:)