Author's Note:

Hello everyone! My name is Kyandi! Usually I'm found in the anime section of the site, but I loved this book series so much, I just couldn't help myself. Now, while I do appreciate helpful correction, please do not flat out flame me. I take pride in my writing, but I am human and make mistakes. If you find such mistakes, please inform me, so I can correct them. This story does follow almost exactly along with the books, so don't be surprised to find several quotes from the books, as well as events from the book. That being said, please enjoy and review! Be warned, my OC is very...opinionated. I do not own The Lords of the Underworld series, or any of it's characters.

Chapter 1 Life Pulled A Houdini

TO SAY LIFE WAS easy to understand...was a fucking lie. Pretty much from the day she was born Isolde Amorette knew that life sucked. And not in a good way. It was in no way, easy to understand. If anything her life thrived to be difficult to comprehend. It certainly threw her for quite some loops. Normalcy and ease had never been apart of her life.

Ever.

But this?

This went beyond that.

The night had been a normal one. Well...as normal as they got in her house. She had made dinner which in her house consisted of quick microwavable meals and cup-o-noodles, sat down and ate it while watching her new favorite show, Killjoys. So far, so good. She had washed up the kitchen after dinner, had showered, and after changing, she had retreated to bed where she had fallen asleep finishing the latest book of a new series she was reading called Angels of the Dark. She had all of the series before that one, Lords of the Underworld, and once again found herself wishing she could be apart of the world.

She already had the strapping-yourself-with-weapons-from-head-to-toe bit down. A girl new new what she would face in the heart of a big city. Best to be safe then sorry.

She was strange enough that next to someone like William the Ever Randy or a Harpy or even one of the Lords, she would looked ordinary. Something Isolde had strove for since she was a child. Something that had been denied her in her sucky ass life. In fact, before she feel asleep, she had found herself thinking the universe owed her one for how sucky her life had been and it was past due.

Probably not the best thing to think now that she looked back.

Hind sight sucked as well.

Waking up the next morning had been the same as always.

Shower, breakfast of whatever was left of a loaf of bread, clean up, hopping into the car to go to the store while blasting the latest album of In The Momemt on her sterio.

Nothing new.

But boy did life love throwing wrenches into her plans.

Sometimes she wondered if she was the real world version of Kane and housed the demon of Disaster, because that seemed to be all she brought to herself. Then again she could also house the demon of Misery too, because sometimes that was all she got.

But at this moment the Disaster part was all that mattered.

She swore she had checked both ways. She swore her light had been green. She swore there had not been another car in sight.

Well she found out where swearing got her.

No sooner had she inched out into the intersection to carry on her happy way-the word "happy" being used extremely loosely-a car came speeding out of nowhere, slamming into her driver side door. Isolde's world became a whirlwind of screeching tires, metal crunching into metal, metal crushing in on bone and flesh, and blinding, hot pain.

Oh, so she suddenly became the keeper of Pain, huh?

And then, just like that, it all stopped.

She felt like she was free falling. Having once fallen out a second story window, Isolde was already acquainted with the feeling. Then came more pain then she had ever felt before. Her back connected with something, firm and solid, which gave way sending her crashing through something else firm and solid, which also gave away. She didn't know how many times she crashed through something but finally, dare she say, blessedly, her back met stone and she didn't go any further.

Thankfully, that also meant that the pain peeked and Isolde's world finally, gratefully, went dark. She would question everything later. For now, her mind, as well as her body needed to come to grips with the pain she more then likely was going to feel when she woke up.

That was reason enough to sleep the rest of her life away.

If only she could be so lucky.

-0-0-0-0-

THE DAY HAD BEEN normal. Well as normal as it got in the fortress of Budapest. Paris had watched his porn, Maddox had punched away at a punching bag, a wall, anything, Lucien was off somewhere doing paperwork, Reyes off somewhere cutting himself, Aeron was cleaning up the latest of Maddox's fits of violence, and Torin was watching it all from his bedroom.

Pretty normal.

Then had come the shaking of the whole fortress before something hit the roof with enough force to drive it through all the floors before it came to a stop in the front hall where the front doors of the fortress loomed. All six of the fortress inhabitants had come running to see what could have possibly had happened, and all six came to grinding halt when they saw what now lay in their front hall among broken boards, crumbling plaster, and even a little electrical wiring.

"Dear gods, is that a girl?" Paris breathed.

Laying among the mess of destruction was a young woman. Hair was sprawled around her, plaster painting her skin ghostly white in places.

The six inched closer, until they stood in a wide circle around her.

"Is she dead?" Reyes asked.

"No. She's breathing." Lucien pointed out.

"I don't see how. That was quite the fall."Aeron said, his eyes going to the ceiling which bore a hole in it.

Through it they could see all the way up through to fortress to the sky beyond the roof. No normal woman would have survived such an ordeal. Her organs would have been shredded just as badly as her back must be, and her bones would have been crushed. But sure enough, her chest was rising and falling in, albeit choppy, breaths.

"I wonder where she came from." Torin mused.

"No idea, but she's awfully pretty." Paris remarked, knelling to get a better look at the girl.

Though she was covered in splashes of blood and a coating of plaster, she was indeed pretty.

Hair of a smooth, rich, caramel brown flowed from her skull. The strands had obviously just started to obtain a red tint to them, the red blazing through as the sunlight hit her hair. A closer look, though, revealed that half of her roots were a blonde so pale it was white, while the other half were dark. Looking the long fan of lashes that brushed her cheeks, revealed that they matched the fairer of her roots while the thin, arched brows matched the darker of her roots.

This meant that at one time her hair had been so fair it was white and it had darkened with age, hence it's current coloring.

The whole mass of hair was streaked through with dyed in silver-and-black zebra streaks, adding a rebellious, punked out feel to her. When standing her hair would have fallen to pool at her waist, maybe farther, in lush waves.

Her facial features were pretty too. Her face was distinctively heart shaped with high cheek bones, softened out by a gentle and soft slope of cheeks to an, albeit stubborn, chin. There was a laugh line in each cheek, paired with a dimple that would stand out no matter if she was smiling, laughing, or simply pursing her lips into a mulish line. Her nose was straight, proud, with just a slight uplift at the tip, her lips full, the bottom one fuller, and a mix of rose and pink in color.

Those features were currently scrunched up in pain.

Her figure was lush, curved in all the right places, with mile long legs, and just enough lean muscle to show that she didn't spend her time idling around. Her skin tone ranged between cream and honey. It looked like the girl didn't spend any time out in the sun but the splash of freckles across both shoulders left bare by the black, stretchy tank top, said other wise. Instead of tanning, she probably burned out in the sun, but it obviously didn't stop her from going out.

Looking her over revealed that the only other flaws in her skin came in the form of scars. One across the back of her left hand, three more raking down one shoulder, four jagged ones across the thigh of her right leg, and several small ones littered here and there about her skin.

Either she didn't have an easy life or she was horribly accident prone. Maybe both.

Add in the four time pierced ears, the streaks in her hair, and the mix of a biker chick meets badass look she was rocking in the form of a black tank top, short and low slung, black jean shorts, thigh high, lace trimmed metallic blue stockings, knee high black biker boots, blue biker mitts, and knives stuck into her boots and at her belt, and the girl looked like she probably ate normal men for breakfast.

"Pretty or not, what should we do with her?" Maddox asked.

"We should kill her." Reyes suggested.

"Not a chance! She's a woman!" Paris, ever the defender of women, said.

"She could be Bait." Aeron remarked.

"Yes because Hunters would really launch one of their own through floor after floor of a building on the off chance that she might actually survive it." Paris said sarcastically.

"There was no sign of air craft outside." Torin added.

"Then the gods had to of sent her." Reyes said. "Which means we should still kill her."

"The gods have had nothing to do with us in centuries. Why would they suddenly drop a woman into our presence?" Maddox asked.

"It does not matter. The only way we will get the answers, is from her, herself. We will have to wait until she wakes up. We will lock her in one of the rooms until then." Lucien said, ending the argument.

"She smells like lavender, honey, and apples." Paris couldn't help adding.

The others rolled their eyes.

While Aeron and Maddox gathered what they would need to clean and repair the damage the done, Lucien leaned down and, as gentle as he could, scooped her up into his arms. Broken bones crunched and grated under his touch, the woman's features twisting even more in pain. But to her credit, she never made a sound.

He carried her up the stairs, Torin, Paris, and Reyes following behind. Lucien placed her in a room near his, so he could check in on the girl and, much to Paris' joy, began stripping the girl of her boots and stockings, more weapons being revealed by the second. A total of thirteen knives, two Sigs, back up bullets, a set of lock picks in the sole of one boot, the makings of an explosive in the other, and even a foot long, baton that could be use to beat someone upside their head.

Lucien removed the tank top, revealing a black, strapless, lacy bra beneath, two more knives and a gun strapped to her ribs, and bruises and scars abound. It was then they stopped the butterfly tattoo wrapping around the left side of her ribs. Much like their own brands, this one had razor sharp wings and was a silver color that almost matched the silver in the zebra print in her hair.

"Is that-" Paris trailed off as Lucien leaned in to study the tattoo.

"No. This is a normal, human tattoo. But it is uncanny how similar it is to our's." Lucien remarked, reaching out to touch the tattoo.

Instantly the girl's arm shoot out in an instinctive reflex. Even unconscious, the knuckles of the girl's hand connected with Lucien's jaw. The scarred man jerked back, even though the blow was too weak to offer any kind of damage. Paris out right burst into laughter, Torin chuckling along with him. Lucien gave the two a sharp look. Though they stopped laughing, he could still see the humor in both of their eyes. Reyes eyed the two as he appeared in the door way with bandages, a bowl of water, and a towel for cleaning up the girl and binding her injuries.

Lucien helped him, the two cleaning away blood and binding injuries. When they were done, the majority of the girl's chest and back were bandages. Her poor back had been shredded by the fall and as they pieced the skin back together, they found the girl's back held two more tattoos. Well...her back and nape. The nape of her neck bore a tattoo of a tribal dragon, the small creature curling up from the base of her nape to the base of her skull. The second tattoo was an outline, almost tribal version of a lotus flower between her shoulder blades.

Paris had to make a comment about both and Lucien and Reyes ignore their friend as they eased the girl back onto her back after having tugged a spare, too large T-shirt over her head. Lucien tugged the blanket up over her. By this point Aeron and Maddox had joined them and Lucien had found a ring around the girl's left ring finger. The silver band shined back up at them, looking more and more like a wedding band by the second.

Lucien left it where it was as he turned to Aeron and Maddox.

"We repaired the hole in the roof for now. The permanate repairs will take some time. She left quite the hole." Maddox reported.

"She took out a light on the second floor, which explains the electrical wiring. I fixed it." Aeron added.

"Well you missed it. Our little lady here tried to give Lucien a black eye." Paris remarked.

Aeron and Maddox looked at each other before focusing matching violet eyes on the girl in the bed and then on Lucien.

"It was an instinctive reflex. Not a very strong one, either." Lucien replied.

"So we just wait for her to wake up?" Paris asked, knelling beside the bed to look the girl in the face.

"If she wakes up. Not many humans would survive something like that, if any." Reyes replied.

"We will find out." Lucien said.

-0-0-0-0-

FOR THE NEXT WEEK the six men took turns checking in on their Jane Doe. To their surprise, the girl, who could be nothing other then human, healed too quickly for one. By the end of the first day, her cuts had sealed close and scabbed over. By the end of the second day, broken bones had reset themselves. By the end of the third day, bruises faded into nothing and scabs fell away to show pink, healthy skin. By the end of the fourth day, the bones had completely healed. At the end of the week she was completely healed, healing at about the same rate as them, if not a little slower.

But she had yet to wake.

"Do you think she will die anyway?" Paris asked, leaning over the girl, looking at her face.

Her features, in the last two days, had smoothed out, the pain erased from her features as she healed. Now with her body relaxed and her face calm, she looked even prettier then before, a slight rosy hue entering her cheeks.

"Time will tell, but no, I do not." Lucien answered from where he stood at the foot of the bed.

Maddox was pacing the room, Areon and Reyes sitting in chairs, the latter marking off ticks in his arm with a knife. Torin remained at the door, arms crossed over his chest. Paris leaned closer. It seemed as if the girl's eyes were starting to shift under her eye lids...and then those eyes popped open.

Paris yanked back as the girl bolted up straight in bed. All six men froze. The girl sat there for the longest, staring straight ahead but not seeing anything around her. They could tell her eyes were trying to focus but having a hard time of it. She was holding her breath too, as if expecting something that never came. But the men were focusing on something else.

Her eyes.

They had all, at one point, wondered what her eyes looked like, and now they knew. Staring out from under a fan of those pale lashes were the prettiest eyes any of them had ever seen. The irises were a vermilion red, a perfect mix of red and pink, the edges of which were a sky blue. It was so unusual, but so very pretty. Those eyes stared at nothing for a long moment before she finally blinked, the haze clearing from them, and groaned before dropping her head into her hands.

"Damn, I have a headache." she said softly, fingers threading into her hair, palms pressing into her eyes.

Her voice was low, lulling like a lullaby, smooth and rolled over them like silk. It was the kind of voice any man would want to hear crying out to them in the bedroom. And she made quite the tempting picture sitting there with the shirt hanging off one shoulder because it was far too big. All of the man pushed the thought from their heads as she scrubbed at her face.

Finally she looked up and actually saw the room. She looked around, focusing on first one man and then another, until she had looked all six over. There was none of the fear or adoration that they had come accustomed to over the years as she looked at them. Just quiet curiosity. And there was something else in that keen, intelligent gaze, but it was something none of them could read. But what really made all of them freeze in their tracks was the reactions of their demons as those eyes landed on them.

Lucien's demon pressed against his temples. Knowing, too knowing, the demon crowed, pressing harder. The demon couldn't tell anything about her except that she knew more than it cared for. But it was so curious it was pressing against the back of his eyes trying to get closer.

Paris' demon was urging Paris to take the girl but there was hesitation in the demon. As if it wasn't sure that touching the girl was the best idea. Which was new to Paris since his demon wanted everyone with no hesitation.

Aeron's demon was surprisingly quiet. Wrath didn't flash any pictures of the girl's sins into his head. Not a little lie, not picking on a sibling, nothing. All Aeron heard from his demon was, "She knows.", over and over again.

Maddox's demon wasn't urging him to harm or maim the girl. It was actually shrinking back at the back of Maddox's skull, pressing as far away from her as it could get while Maddox stood still. The demon hummed with the need to not draw those oddly colored eyes back to it.

Reyes' demon was doing close to the same thing as Maddox's, hiding out of sight, not pressuring Reyes to hurt himself. To Reyes' surprise the demon was whispering "Too much pain" over and over. How could the demon of Pain find any kind of pain to be too much was beyond him.

Torin's demon had gone deathly still, as if freezing on the spot would keep the girl from coming near him. Don't touch, never touch, must not touch, want to touch, need to touch, his demon screeched. It clearly couldn't make up it's mind about the girl.

The girl winced, pressing her fingers into her temples. She rubbed at her temples.

"No wonder I have a headache. Do you mind telling them to shut up?" she asked.

This kick started their brains once more.

"No one is talking." Lucien said cautiously.

"The little rats you house are and they're making my head pound. Please tell them to zip it." she replied.

"Wait. You can hear our demons?" Paris asked.

"Yeah and I have to say...I'm not a fan of the images." the girl said, turning her eyes on Paris. "There's no way in hell that I would stick that in my mouth, so you can tell your demon to can it."

Part of Paris wanted to grin, the other part wasn't sure how to take the development of meeting a person who could hear his demon. The others had a more...aggressive reaction to the news.

"Who are you, girl?" Maddox asked on a growl.

"I'm not a child, so you could stand not to treat me like one." she replied, instead of answering the question.

Six pairs of eyes fixed on the girl, who obviously didn't care that she was close to provoking Maddox. She was too busy rubbing at her temples.

"Who are you, girl?" Maddox asked again, this time a little more harsher then the time before.

"You know it's only common courtesy to give your own name before asking that of another." the girl said, still purposely avoiding answering.

The others were starting to share Maddox's annoyance with the woman.

"Who are you, girl? I will not ask you again." Maddox growled.

"Good. Don't." was the simple reply, as the girl tossed the blanket covering her legs aside and swung those long legs over the side of the bed.

Maddox held back a roar of frustration, his eyes starting to acquire a red tint. Paris moved out of the way of the girl to avoid being kick and the girl's attention latched onto her appearance, finding herself in only an over sized T-shirt. She stared at it for a second before heaving a sigh.

"I better still have my underwear." she remarked, patting herself down.

Finding that she indeed still have her underwear, she turned those eyes on Maddox who was glaring at her.

"You're eyes are red." she remarked.

"You know of our demons. You should know what angering us would mean for you." Reyes told her in response.

"I have an inkling, yeah. It's just a matter of caring. I lack that part of the brain." she said in response.

"You do not care if we kill you?" Lucien asked.

The girl let out a curt laugh, her humor clear in her tone. The dimples came into full display as she smiled. That was obviously a no.

"If you were going to kill me, I'd be dead. Then again that wouldn't stand to be true if you wanted answers. But seeing how I'm not the cooperating kind, might as well get it over with." she replied, spreading her arms.

All six men stared at her, clearly sharing the same thought. This girl had hit her head too hard during her fall and there was a couple of loose wires in her head now. Maddox though was more annoyed then anything. He stormed across the room, his demon protesting getting any closer to the unknown girl, until he stood in front of her, leaning down to put his face on level with her. Violet met a gaze of vermilion red and sky blue.

"You will answer us or death will be the least of your worries. You will welcome it by the time we are done with you." Maddox growled.

The girl merely blinked at him, no fear, no intimidation in her gaze.

"Yeah...sorry but that wasn't anywhere near half as intimidating and scary as I'm sure you meant for it to be. You obviously haven't met Ashlyn yet." she replied.

One of Maddox's eyebrow shot up in questioning, frustration making his gaze even more red then before. Not that that did anything to faze this girl.

"Since you haven't, that means you still have your death curse. No wonder you're so grumpy, poor man." the girl added with a sigh and a shake of her head.

Maddox's hands shot out, grabbing the girl by her upper arms in a grip that would leave bruises on her skin. Not even that made her flinch. He yanked her to feet.

"How do you know about that?" he growled.

"Believe me...you wouldn't believe me if I told you. Lets just go with the answer that I know things about your future. And past. Probably more then you'd be comfortable with me knowing. But no worries, you aren't alone. I know everything about all of you. Even your six other friends that split from you to fight the Hunters." she replied.

It took all his control for Maddox not to rip into her. His demon though, didn't share the thought. It wanted nothing to do with the girl and was busy pounding at the back of Maddox's skull to try to get further away from her.

"Are you trying to anger us into killing you?" Aeron asked.

The girl let her head fall to look at Aeron upside down, her hair pooling on the bed behind her. She didn't seem bothered by the fact that Maddox's nails were elongating into claws, those claws cutting into her skin.

"No. Just being honest. Haven't you ever heard the saying honesty is the best policy? He asked, I answered. I thought me not answering was annoying you. Are you going to tell me now that answering is annoying? Cause that would make you a hypocrite and I don't assosiate with hypocrites. They're too much of a drag."

Yes, this girl definitely had one too many wires crossed in her brain.

"Are you insane?" Aeron said gruffly.

"Yes."

Another round of stares directed at the girl, silence stretching between them. The girl blinked before catching on to the possible reason for their silent stares.

"Oh, were you thinking I would say no? Sorry to disappoint but I'm well aware I have one too many screws loose in my head. It's a matter of preception. I happen to find being insane a good thing. Some of the best and most interesting people in the world are insane in some way." she remarked before turning her gaze back to Maddox. "No offense, but if you don't let go of my arms I'm going to have to take it as a threat and my foot may, or may not, find where the sun don't shine."

Maddox stared at her again as she offered him a large grin, teeth flashing.

"Please don't tell me I have to clarify that." she said on a sigh when he didn't answer.

"No." Maddox growled.

"Good. Now if you don't mind. Violence certainly doesn't like you touching me and if he's giving me a headache I know he has to be giving you one."

Maddox looked at Lucien, silently asking what they should do with the girl. Lucien moved up beside Maddox, looking down at the girl.

"What is your name?" he asked.

The girl heaved a sigh.

"Why is my name so important?" she asked.

"Do you want us to continue calling you "girl" instead?" Paris asked.

"Considering I'm not a big fan of my name? I'd rather you didn't call me anything. Hell, you could call me bitch for all I care. Actually I like the sound of that." she replied.

Maddox gave her a firm shaking, making her head bobble on her shoulders.

"Just answer." he growled.

"Alright. Jeez, impatient much? My name is Isolde. Isolde Amorette." she said finally.

"Amorette?" Paris asked, grin on his face as he raised an eyebrow.

"Oh shut it. Where I come from, your names are the funny ones." she replied.

"And where is that?" Lucien asked.

"Not here."

The girl was really becoming frustrating. She knew exactly what she wanted to share and what she didn't want to share with them. Finally she heaved a sigh.

"Look, I'm no more of a threat to you then a piece of lint. Not as long as you're no threat to me. I have no idea how I got here, or why I'm here. The last thing I remember was driving home and another car ramming my driver side door. After that it's a lot of pain, my back hitting a lot of things firm and solid, that gave away under my weight until I hit bottom, and then nothing. Yeah I know a lot, and believe me the reason for that should have me in an emotional and mental turmoil at the moment. But I've never been a normal one. The point is, I'm not a threat to you, and you are hurting me." she said, her eyes fixing on Maddox at the last sentence.

Maddox glanced at his friends, finally settling his eyes on Lucien. Lucien was watching the girl, trying to judge whether she was speaking the truth or not. She didn't seem to be lying. Looking into those oddly colored eyes, he could almost see the truth there. Lucien gave Maddox a nod and the warrior released her, sitting her back on the bed. Isolde heaved a thankful sigh, turning her arms to look at the small cuts Maddox's claws had made in her skin.

"You say you are no threat. We will see about that. But how are you able to heal so quickly. You have broken bones that healed in the course of days." Lucien said.

"Now that, I don't know. I've never healed that fast before. Wish I had. Would have made my childhood a lot easier." Isolde said in answer, deeming her arms fine enough to leave alone.

"And how old are you?" Paris asked.

"What does that have to do with the price of beans in China?"

Six pairs of eyes stared at her in confusion. Isolde's shoulders sagged and another sigh left her as she scrubbed a hand over her face.

"I'm going to have to cut the slang and lingo with the six of you, it seems. What I meant is, what does my age have to do with anything." Isolde clarified.

"Just curious. You look like you are seventeen." Paris replied.

Another curt laugh left Isolde as she shook her head.

"Thanks for telling me I look like a child. I'm twenty, not seventeen." Isolde replied.

"To us, you are still a child." Maddox said, getting to his feet.

"And you're a hulking mass of bone breaking muscle with a bad attitude and an annoying foul mood. Tell me something I don't know." Isolde smarted off.

Maddox looked up at the ceiling as if praying for patience with this woman. Paris and Torin were amused, watching her, while Reyes and Aeron, for the most part, were quiet. Lucien was just watching the girl closely.

"The real question now is what do you plan to do with me." Isolde said, crossing her legs, propping an elbow on the top knee, and dropping her chin into the awaiting palm.

"You are not going to try to escape us?" Paris asked.

"Lets see. There's six of you and one of me, you out size me, are stronger and have all my weapons, this place is wired from head to toe in countless, freaking cameras and traps, is monitored nearly 24/7 by Torin, and I'm pretty sure I'm a couple stories up off the ground, and the moment you leave this room, I know you're going to lock the door, which I can't pick without my lock picks, which you took. So escape? That would be a waste of my time and I don't waste my time if I can help it." Isolde replied.

Silence once again met her comment as the six stared at the girl.

"Alright, so she does know a bit about us." Torin remarked.

"That's what I told you. Now can you tell me where my clothes are?" Isolde asked.

"They were ripped beyond repair." Lucien told her.

At this Isolde's shoulders sagged and she heaved a sigh.

"And those were my favorite stockings." she remarked. "Did my gloves or boots at least survive?"

Lucien shook his head and Isolde hung her head with a groan.

"Its just clothes." Paris remarked.

"If you knew my life, you would know how hard, good and new clothes are to get. That was one of the few good outfits I had." Isolde replied, running a hand through her hair.

"Your husband does not take care of you?" Maddox asked.

Isolde gave him a look that was a mix of confusion and annoyance.

"Excuse me? For one, I take care of myself. I have to. And for two, I don't have a husband. I'm only twenty. What on earth gave you that idea?" Isolde asked.

Paris pointed to his left ring finger. Isolde looked down at her hand, seeing the silver band still resting there. Seeing it, she scoffed.

"Its not a wedding ring. It's on backwards." Isolde said, turning the ring around.

What had looked like a wedding band turned out to be a silver ring with a red stone set in the middle and twining butterflies and dragons etched into the metal on either side of the stone. She held up her hand for them to see.

"I'm as single as they come. This, when turned around as you saw, keeps the men at bay. Most anyway. Some presist anyhow. Apparently marriage doesn't mean anything to some people now a days." Isolde said.

"Does that include you?" Paris asked.

"Hey, I just fake being married. I'm not an actual home wrecker." Isolde replied.

Lucien shared a look with his friends as Paris teased Isolde, keeping her attention on him and not on his friends. Torin nodded and left the room. Reyes followed with Aeron and Maddox. When the last of the four stepped out the door, Isolde stopped throwing teases and insults back at Paris long enough to look up.

"Let me guess, this is the part where you threaten me to sit here, be a good girl, be quiet, and lock me in the room." Isolde remarked. "If so, may I suggest something."

Lucien raised an eyebrow at her as Paris joined him near the door.

"If you're going to lock me in here and expect me to be a good girl then at least leave me with something to do. Books to read or material for write. Something." she said in answer to his questioning look.

"We will bring something." Lucien agree, following Paris out of the room and yanking the door close.

Before they could walk away from the locked door they heard Isolde call, "I know Paris reads romance books." through the door. Paris chuckled as they walked away.

"She's amusing." Paris remarked.

"Good. You get to see to her then." Lucien replied.

END