Anne is Mine 

After entering the room, Jack carefully lowered Anne on the bed.

"Put your face up, Anne, I don't like seeing you like this," said Jack, quietly trying to calm her down.

"Anne..."

"Why did he come, Jack, why did he come? What does he want? Why did he come again when I have calmed down? What does he want, Jack?" Anne's voice sounded hoarse from crying.

Jack took a deep breath. He then grabbed Anne's face which was lowered, with both of his hands to look at her. "Are you afraid of him?"

Anne shook her head slowly in response to Jack's question.

"Then what are you worried about? I'm right beside you, so you're not alone in the face of that wretched lion. So you don't have to be afraid, Anne."

The tears that had been held back in Anne's eyes for a long time trickled down her cheeks. "Are you going to leave me, Jack?"

"What are you talking about?" asked Jack in a rising voice.