Three simple words...

Four

A/N: I NEED OPINIONS. ARE YOU LIKING THE BOOK?
Fiona finally broke from his grasp and went home. As she walked through the door Delia was teaching the witches and Marie's girls in the painting room. She rolled her eyes at the way she was teaching them, but she ignored it and walked upstairs. She wasn't paying attention and almost ran into Marie.
"Damn girl, you reek of sex." Marie said pursing her lips and shaking her head.
"Yeah yeah." 
She walked into her room and into the shower. Her thoughts drifted to him. They always did. She didn't want to admit to herself that she wanted to be with him. She wanted him to be the first thing she saw when she woke up and the last thing before bed. She shook her head dismissively at her thoughts, the water cascading down her body. Tears formed at the thought of her telling him how she felt and him rejecting her. She just wanted to be loved. Sure she could put a spell on him, but that wasn't love, its magic and meaningless. She wanted someone to truly love her. She sat in the shower. Her head in hands and her knees curled up to her and began to softly cry. There was a knock at the door, but she didn't hear it. The door opened and Marie walked in. She opened the curtain and saw something she'd never thought she'd see. One of the most powerful women she knew breaking down, soft and vulnerable.
She decided not to say anything and to sneak back out, she shouldn't have been in there in the first place. Fiona heard the door shut and looked and saw nothing.
"I must be hearing things." She muttered. She dressed and laid on her bed, letting sleep over take her sorrow.