Crystal gasped. She thought - How could I ever carry Nathan up a flight of stairs? He was nearly two hundred pounds, and it had taken four servants to carry him inside. "I c-can't d-do it," she stammered.
"Can't or won't?" Nathan hissed. "I have done so much for you. What have you done for me?" His cold fingers pinched her chin. "Crystal, what have you done for me except hurt me?"
"Be reasonable." Crystal sighed and said, "You are too heavy. I am afraid of dropping you."
"Do you honestly think that I care about being dropped?" Nathan asked, "You have broken my heart thousands of times. What is one more injury?"
Crystal raised her head and looked directly into his eyes. Then she gritted her teeth and said, "Fine. I'll give it a try. Don't blame me, though, if you crack your skull!"
"Well..." Nathan smiled. "What are you waiting for?"
