[Evil Tink]

Solomon turned, throwing a young french girl at Holden, "Maintenant, faites ce que je vous ai dit fille. (Now, do as I told you girl.)"

The girl nodded taking the knife Solomon had given her and cutting her wrist a bit. She lifted Holden's head, holding her wrist just centimeters from his mouth, "Boire.(Drink.)"

Melody was about to speak when she was suddenly teleported back to the hotel room. She shook violently as she sat next to Holden, unable to believe why he had done it. Why couldn't he just kill her? That's what she would've done, or so she liked to think. Save yourself. Right? She jumped as a woman was thrown onto the bed and cut her wrist.

She watched with teary eyes, wishing she could just go back in time and tell herself to listen to Master. She may not have met Holden then, but at least he wouldn't be near death. They would've finished their time at the restaurant, enjoyed her singing, then move on to their next activity. She looked over to Solomon who was in a corner leaning on a wall. She quickly adverted her eyes to floor; seeing his were glowing a bright red, "Je..Je..es-essayé de l'arrêter...ma-is.. il ne se-serait pas juste écouter. Je suis te-tellement d-désolé. S'il vous plaît pa-pardonnez-moi. Je ferais n'importe qu-quoi pour le faire à v-vous.(I..I..tried to stop him..but..he just wouldn't listen. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I'll do anything to make it up to you.)" She yelled out as Solomon was suddenly in front of her; and now she wished he stayed in his corner.

Solomon grabbed her by the arm and pulled her off the bed, but not as angrily as he would've liked. While he was furious at what happened to Holden because of this girl, the boy also needed the lesson to learn to stay out of other people's business. He gripped her wrist tightly as he pinched the bridge of his nose with his free hand. "What am I going to do with you? Holden can't handle three children..." He threw her wrist down, placing his hands in his pockets as he walked out to the balcony.

After a moment of silence he spoke his voice much harsher than before, "Venez(Come.)" He glanced to Melody once she was next to him, then looked back to the city, "Vous voyez l'état Holden?(You see Holden's condition?)" He didn't dare look. The smell of Holden's blood was sickening. "C'est de votre faute. Je ne pardonnerai jamais vous et chaque fois que je te regarde, ma première pensée sera toujours ce que vous lui faire passer simplement pour que vous puissiez avoir une chance de bonheur. Maintenant va-t'en.(That is your fault. I will never forgive you and every time I look at you, my first thought will always be what you put him through just so you could have a chance at happiness. Now go away.)"