Warnings: Please be aware that this fan-fiction will contain profanities, sexual content, many bloody battles, some character deaths (although no one that the Fable series hasn't already killed off!), and an overly obsessive usage of semi-colons and 'big' words.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything of the Fable series. This piece of fiction is being written for merely entertainment purposes.

Rated: M!

A/N: This chapter is especially made because I was kind of annoyed with the creators for putting in Elise's character and then not going further with it – how did she escape the castle? – who were her family? – why didn't they put more effort in explaining to her after picking the option for her to marry Laszlo, or why doesn't she say anything after you choose not to say anything at all? – and finally, why do you then not see her again after this mission? (does their friendship dwindle away or were they just lovers?). The game is so vague!
Anyway, guys, happy reading, and feel free to criticise my portrayal of Elise :)
ps. Also, Reaver will be appearing once again shortly ;) I greatly enjoyed his character in the games, and for this fanfic have attempted to explore his character a little more.

Summary: A few days latter to having rescued Page's men from Reaver's Manor, Darius wakes to find himself and his faithful dog, Rylin, stuck in a cell. It seems like the past always manages to catch up with him. But when an unknown organisation from Bloodstone is bent on killing Heroes and the nobility, the revolution takes on an unexpected turn in its tale. Fable III: Reaver/Prince.

A Light To Rival The Darkness

Chapter Three: A Day of Unexpected Events

After staying three days in a rental house at the mercenary's camp, Darius returned to spend a day with his son in Bowerstone. Despite having only resided there for a brief period, the new nanny, Alex, had spruced the place up pretty well and, with little Tristan seemingly settled and content, Darius was reluctant to move him to Millfields like he had previously planned.

Nevertheless, whilst Tristan was living in Bowerstone Industrial, in a house known as the Captain's Lodge, it was necessary to keep the house stocked with food; and as the nanny was feeding Tristan lunch and his dog, Rylin, was eating from a bowl on the floor, Darius thought he might do a bit of shopping for themselves for dinner later.

"You make sure to eat all that up now, Tris'," Darius counselled, as he stood in the doorway to leave. "I'll be back as soon as I can with dinner for tonight."

Tristan smiled goofily; there was food all around his mouth. "Byes, da'," he called.

"We'll be fine, don't worry," said Alex.

It did not take long for Darius to begin searching among the stalls in the city to buy food for dinner. However, as he was contemplating whether eating potatoes and meat for dinner would be worth carrying the heavy load of a sack of potatoes to the house, he heard shouting coming from around the corner, which was where the Orphanage was.

"I'm very sorry, but I'm afraid you'll just have to go somewhere else tonight," a man said.

"Somewhere else? And where would that be, exactly?" another man questioned loudly.

Darius turned around the corner, and watched as a man and a woman seemed to be raging at one of the local Shelter owners.

"Every other place has been closed down, and I'll freeze to death on the streets. And that's if Logan's goons don't smash my skull in first," the man continued.

"What – you think you're the only one who has problems, Aaron? Look, I'm sorry, I wish I could help but I'm afraid I can't."

Aaron brought a hand to rub against his forehead.

"Come on, Bella. We'll see if Ryan at the Inn can put us up for another night…doubt he will, but we'll see."

The Shelter owner sighed as they walked past Darius, heading to Bowerstone Industrial's nearest Inn, the Riveter's Rest (which was really more of a dingy pub in Darius' opinion).

"I hope you're not looking for somewhere to stay, too," commented the owner, "because this place is about to close down for good."

"My name's Laszlo, and I've no choice in leaving," said Laszlo. "I'm having to sell the building to pay a ransom to get my fiancée back. I tried to work up the courage to rescue her…damn that Ferret and his gang, they've got everyone living in fear, you know. Even me."

Darius nodded understandingly. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"I dunno…you look like you can wield a sword, I'll give you that," he muttered thoughtfully.

"I can do more than just a wield weapons," scoffed Darius, "I can kill with them, too. And I've done that a hundred bloody times and over."

"Mayhaps you're just what I need, then – a good guardsman. If I had you with me, you could go in there and show 'em what fear really is."

"Your fiancée means that much to you, then?"

"Of course she does, there's never been another woman for me 'part from her. But between the two of us, we could rescue my fiancée, put Ferret out of business, and I could keep the shelter open. Please - if not for me, do it for the poor people who depend on the Shelter being kept open?"

Darius shrugged. "Yeah, I'll help you...but what's in it for me?"

"I don't have much, but I can give you three gold pieces. That enough?"

"Yeah, that's enough."

"Oh, thank you," cried Laszlo. "It's been agony being apart from her, wondering how Ferret and his gang have been treating her. Come on, we can go there now, if it's okay? They don't live far…"

Darius nodded, and followed Laszlo as they left the garden outside the Orphanage.

"They've been antagonizing the local homeless for weeks. I know where they are, they were expecting the ransom in a week's time, but I'll bring them something, all right - something rough."

Laszlo led him to one of the nearby run-down houses, which didn't look all that much different from the house that Darius had bought for Tristan before the men he'd hired had patched it up with paint and new tiles. Nevertheless, after Laszlo knocked on the door, a man's voice, one of Nigel Ferret's men, began talking through it.

"Laszlo, is it? You cost me quite a bit of gold, mate - I told Harry it'd take you the full week to get the money. You're an industrious one, ain't 'cha."

"Just open the bloody door, Keith. Let's have done with this."

"Hey, all right. The boss is downstairs – hey, hold up! Who's this, here?"

"In your parlance, he's the 'bagman'. And that gold doesn't leave his pockets until my fiancée's walked out of your fetid little den."

"All right, all right, mate. No need to get all testy," said Keith. "Just make sure you watch yourself down there," he said, eying Darius wearily, "…and no funny business. Mr Ferret ain't fond of funny business deals and the like."

"He'll get what he wants, Keith," growled Laszlo.

They walked over to the corner of the room, where Laszlo pointed out a trapdoor. He opened the hatch and they climbed down the ladder into a cellar, where Laszlo then began leading him along a corridor.

Darius wasn't too thrilled about these turn of events, but at least he was getting paid. I'm spending way too much time in hideaways beneath buildings. Why do bad guys always have to hide things down trap-doors? Bloody, idiotic –

"Ah, Laszlo, I knew that it was your most valiant voice that I heard."

A man, followed by others who Darius could only believe them to be part of his gang, stepped forth from the door and made to stand beside them.

"I cannot tell you how elated I am to have this unfortunate situation brought to a satisfying resolution," he said, his eyes trailing suspiciously between Laszlo and Darius. "Your associate can dispense with his burden by placing the funds upon the table."

"There's no gold, Ferret. Now you cough up my fiancée from whatever filthy corner you're holding her in, or my associate is going to start collecting heads. And piling them upon the table."

Darius' fingers lightly pressed against his sheathed pistol's handle.

"My initial judgement of your character was clearly misguided. It appears you do possess some heart after all." Ferret grinned, "Lads, tear it out."

Darius whipped out his Black Dragon pistol and shot the two men that were raising their guns at him. But he only just managed to shoot the man who came charging at him with a heavy-weight hammer in his hands. He fumbled the pistol back into its sheath and brought out his sword, slashing through the stomach of the next mercenary that had decided to take him on.

Soon enough, many a man in the room lie dead or near death.

"Now, now, Laszlo. Can we not discuss this like reasonable gentlemen?"

Darius looked over his shoulder, sheathing his sword as he did. Laszlo was holding a pistol, albeit a rusty-looking old one, and had backed Ferret into in a chair in the next room.

"Hand over my fiancée, Ferret."

"Why, I'd be all too pleased to, Laszlo. No hard feelings between us, of course."

Darius snorted and walked into the room.

"And your lovely fiancée is here with us, just not here exactly. She's – err – down there."

He pointed towards the fence that blocked off the massive hole opposite them. Noting that Laszlo looked quite capable in keeping Ferret in the chair, he walked over to look down the hole. There was water and light at the bottom, Darius guessed by the ripples, but darkness largely covered the hole's walls and there was no way of knowing if there was anything dangerous sticking out of a wall.

"That shaft will serve as the only access to your adoring fiancée, Laszlo," said Ferret, sniffing in disdain. "It is true that my boys did lower her down earlier this week, but the cable snapped only yesterday; and the door over there that would have conventionally led one down –" (Darius' eyes glanced over to the door that Ferret was pointing at) "– has now become a one-way door. You see, I firmly instructed my boys to lock it from the other side once they set her down there, and now the only way to get her out would be to fix the contraption they escorted her down in."

"But that could take days!" shouted Laszlo.

"Well, my crafty entrepreneur, I did not expect to have you back so soon now, did I? I did not expect you to raise the funds, and quite predictably, you have not."

"Ferret, when I get my fiancée back, you'll be sorry –"

He chuckled darkly. "Ah, yes, more violence."

"Laszlo, don't worry," Darius said. "I can make it; I can leap down and get your fiancée."

Ferret's eyebrows rose, though whether in alarm or disbelief Darius was not certain.

"But the hole is ginormous – I made sure of it!"

"Well, I'm sure I can make it," Darius retorted, smirking at Ferret.

"You certainly do have a worthy knowledge in picking your companions, Laszlo. It's clear that your associate has gone stark-raving bonkers.," Ferret remarked, biting his lip. "...And that I truly did mischaracterize you."

"Yeah...well, I live in a bad neighbourhood. I wonder whose fault that is," said Laszlo irritably. "You're sure that you can make it, mate?"

"I'm sure," said Darius.

Looking down, it didn't seem that far to the water; and if he got hurt on the way, he had always healed quickly in the past (likely another tribute to being a Hero). Taking a deep breath, Darius jumped into the hole.

The water below hit him hard – head first – and he outstretched his arms and swam back up to the surface. Darius began kicking with his legs whilst he made to wipe away the water that soaked his eyelids.

"Darius!"

Blinking, Darius tried focusing on the woman who was bringing herself to stand on the dirt-quilted land that lay situated before him.

"Is that really you?" she asked tentatively.

It was Elise! Despite the haziness of his sight, he knew that he would recognise that voice anywhere.

With his clothes soaked and weighing him down, and his eyes stinging from the sewage water, Darius swam over to the land and pulled himself up to his feet. He wiped his eyes again; his vision had just about cleared, though his eyes were stinging a bit.

Elise was standing not a few feet from him – her face was almost exactly as he recalled it. She still had those gentle brown eyes, long brunette hair, which was now lying flat without the ribbon and yet still retained curls at the ends. She had a surprised expression on her face.

"Elise…" he whispered. His eyes widened, as he took in the fact that she was actually in front of him. "How – how did you ever escape?"

"Walter had me placed in a carriage and taken to Bowerstone," she said. "I haven't spoken to my parents since; I was scared Logan might try to get to you through my family or me, so I've stayed in Bowerstone ever since."

She wasn't donning a lady's clothing now: she was dressed in a dirt-covered white blouse, a brown jacket that held enough tears and queer-coloured smears to make sure it looked old, and a pair of long breeches and shoes that seemed as if they had been made more for a man's size.

"All this time? Two years, and you've been here – in Bowerstone."

"I know. It feels like almost yesterday that I was back home with my parents in Millfields," she murmured, smiling faintly.

He nodded. "Come on, we have to get out of here," he said, and held out his hand for her.

She took hold of it. They travelled through the cavern, and Darius prayed that the exit wasn't too far ahead, since Laszlo would still be worrying about her. He was nervous, anxious about what to expect from her after all this time, but completely happy that they had found each other again.

"Where's Rylin?" she asked.

Darius wished his dog was here now, if only to show her how many tricks he'd learned since leaving the castle.

"He's at my house – in Bowerstone," he replied.

Elise's eyebrows rose, clearly surprised. "You have a house in Bowerstone?" she asked.

"Err, yeah," he said, and felt a sizeable lump form in his throat. Darius coughed, "My son lives there, with a nanny I hired."

"And you have a son now?"

"Yeah, he's called Tristan," he murmured awkwardly.

How was on Earth was he going to explain that, since leaving the castle two years ago, he'd been with numerous women – and men to boot, as well? He'd not only been married twice, but had often engaged in sexual affairs with people. Hell, only last week whilst staying at the mercenary camp had he gotten a heart tattooed on his chest and bought himself green renegade make-up, which he was even wearing now. The things he had done since leaving the castle, they would surely shock the Elise he once knew.

Darius stopped on top of a short hill, as they were approaching a small area of water that resembled that of a lake.

"Listen, Elise, there's something you –"

"Darius, look out!"

Bats! – hundreds of them were swooping down towards them, shrieking and wildly beating their wings. Darius did what had become instinct in the passing months; he held out his hand and brought a shocking circle of electricity around Elise and himself. Elise gasped as the bats fell around them, some with even twitching wings or fluttering eyes on the ground before Darius could be sure that they were dead.

He threw a fireball at the last one, which had flown in circles and escaped his blasts a few times now by inches. Darius sighed, and turned to face Elise.

"You…those stories about the old Queen, your mother?"

"That she was a Hero?" Darius stated, fancying that after that display any kind of remark other than a solid answer would not satisfy her. "Yes, it – err – looks like I'm one as well. After Logan had sentenced those poor people to die, Walter took me into my mother's crypt that night and...somehow, I just discovered my powers in there. I've been able to do magic since...

"All this, living in Bowerstone Industrial and helping others, it'll take nothing more than a full-scale revolution, Elise. So much has happened since I last saw you, and I've spent most of that time either looking after my kid or trying to gather supporters against Logan. It's been…hectic to say the least."

"Have many people joined the revolution?"

He shrugged, pausing to think. "The Dwellers from Mistpeak's Mountains, Brightwall's people, others from Millfields and Mourningwood, and recently, mercenaries from a camp in Mistpeak. We're trying to get some of Bowerstone's people on our side, though, and…well, it's a big city. Lots of people to help, but none who can really help us, as in providing weaponry or ships."

"You've had a lot to deal with, then?"

"Yes, I suppose so," he reasoned quietly. "But we'd better keep walking…"

Elise watched as Darius took care of more bats and some Hobbs. It was strange to see him once again, but even she could not deny that her thoughts had often lingered back to that dreadful day, when the Prince was forced to choose between the protestors and her.

"It's so strange to see you here – of all places," she admitted, almost laughing at how absurd their situation now seemed as Darius once more finished off a bunch of smelly Hobbs. "I thought…I thought you were dead, but here you come tumbling back into my life again."

Darius turned his head away from a chest in the corner of the cave, his sombre-looking eyes catching her angry stare.

"I hated you, you know. I hated that you choose me over those people for a long time whilst I was trying to make a living here," she said.

"I almost did choose them," Darius murmured softly. He returned his gaze back to the chest and carefully opened it, grabbing the gold pieces that lay inside. "But I'm a selfish person. Those people…no matter how innocent they may have been or that they were good people, who just wanted better working or living conditions, I just couldn't let my childhood friend die."

He sighed, "…And when Logan started counting down as well, I could only think of how stupid those leaders must have been to encourage a protest right outside the castle rather than form a petition and send it by an errand boy. I thought of how much good you had done by visiting and helping people in Bowerstone, even if you only did it once a year, and I couldn't bring myself to let those leaders live while you died."

Elise was shaking her head when his eyes returned to her. "I think I understand now, or more at least, but you have to know that I still hate you for it. I can't...you can't save me again, like that day."

"This isn't like that. This time, no one gets hurt."

"Logan has to pay."

"I know, and he will," muttered Darius. "But it's going to take more than just one Hero."

She nodded, smiling. "I'll help you any way I can, Darius," she assured.

They walked on, and Darius noted how the paths were drawing them higher. We have to be nearing the exit soon, he thought; and sure enough, Darius soon spotted a door further up the cavern and led her towards it.

"Wait…" said Elise, pulling momentarily on his hand for him to stop. "There's something I have to ask before we go."

"Elise – your fiancée. He's probably worried sick with waiting," Darius mumbled.

Darius felt a sort of apprehensiveness rising at the back of his mind and in the pit of his stomach.

"I'm sorry, but I have to ask you – about your son," she said. "Have you…moved on since when we were together?"

"Tristan's mother passed on," he murmured, recalling Victoria's death as if it were but only yesterday. "But if you're asking if I loved her, then the answer is no. Since I left the castle, things have been…well, a bit complicated."

"When I first arrived in Bowerstone, I found a job as a barmaid in the Market district. And that's how I met Laszlo…I couldn't keep staying at the bar and I needed a house, but had no money saved up for one. He allowed me stay at the shelter one night, and I've paid him rent ever since for providing me a roof..." she stated, smiling as if recalling some happy memory.

"He started that shelter from nothing, you know, and he keeps it going despite Ferret and Reaver. Working with him felt...right after all those years spent visiting in the castle under my parents' orders, desiring me to find a wealthy husband. And then, with Laszlo, it became something more than just work. But…"

Her eyes took to staring at the cave's floor. "But Laszlo is only the second most amazing man I have ever met…you – you've always been the first."

He remained still, lips parted in silent surprise.

"I know it's been a long time, over two years. The days have gone past so fast," she mumbled. "But I have to know if there's even a chance, Darius. You've been my best friend since infancy, and my first love. Tell me, do you want to just sweep me up in your arms and kiss me and never let me go, or tell me to be happy and marry Laszlo?"

"Elise, I'm not – I don't…" he stumbled.

"I don't mind that you have a son now," she assured fondly. "I know from the way you speak of him that he means a great deal to you. It's just…I once loved you. And it's okay if you don't love me back now...I think - I just want you to know how much you meant to me when we became separated on that day."

He sighed, and stepped towards her, leading her eyes to return to his face.

"I do love you, Elise, but only as a friend. I'm sorry, but you've always been like a sister to me," he admitted with a faint smile. "All those tricks we used to get up to, I admired you for that, and I think I did quite fancy you at one point. All the boys in Millfields did, as I'm sure you recall well enough."

She snorted. "Not after I started verbally assaulting them, they didn't," Elise growled, though with a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "I swear, that boy who thought I'd fall for him by asking me how much money it would take to buy my hand in marriage made me go off Midfield's blokes for the rest of my life."

Darius laughed, whole-heartedly and without pretence. He had forgotten the laughter that his childhood friend, who had known him so long, gave him.

"It's not only that," he added, sobering the conversation. "I think…recently, I've only been able to fancy my own sex – guys. I've dallied about a bit since leaving the castle, and I'm about to start a war. It seems like you've got a good thing with Laszlo now and...well, I think we both know this just wasn't meant to be."

Darius thought it unwise to relay any further information, particularly about how he had not really fancied anyone since Victoria. Despite believing that he had not loved the wrench, after Victoria there had been few men – and even fewer women – that could entice him with as much excitement, danger, and trouble as she had managed. More often than not, Darius found himself desiring mercenaries now: men and women that carried guns, and he knew Elise was still nothing like the sort.

Though she seemed so changed in appearance and wiser from residing in Bowerstone for so long, Elise was helping people still, whether by being a barmaid or a co-owner to the shelter. She likely hadn't yet killed a soul or shed blood, while he had done that and so much more.

Elise was smiling, though. "All right…so, if we were to walk into a bar together, you would point out and back me up on all the best-looking guys in the room?"

He chuckled. "Would it shock you if I said I'd slept with the barman at Bowerstone Market's Inn? And several other blokes since coming here?"

"My, you have been a busy body. But all right, I can take a hint: that you're off women for the moment. Just make sure to tell me all the sordid details of your affairs," she said, grinning.

Darius smiled. "I'm grateful, and I'll make sure to tell you some details. Also, if it's anything, I'm sure Tristan would be glad to meet you...that is, if you fancy meeting my son?" he asked thoughtfully.

"I'd love to meet him," she replied earnestly.

"Well," Darius said, "we'd best be getting you back to your fiancée. He'll still be there holding Ferret down, if I'm right."

"Oh Laszlo, he's probably been worried sick about me," Elise murmured.

They found Laszlo on the ground, his head bleeding. Elise immediately ran to his side and he awoke to her touch, and, though he appeared delirious and hardly capable of walking, they managed to get him to the shelter. Later, after Darius had insisted upon getting a Healer to inspect him, where they found that Laszlo had fortunately gotten himself only a minor head wound and a small concussion, Laszlo then proceeded to tell them how Ferret escaped.

It turned out that Ferret had employed more henchmen into his little gang then those Darius had originally taken out, and that they had stormed the room when Ferret hadn't reported any news to them within the following hour or so. Laszlo informed them that he had managed to take out a few, but hadn't been able to reload his gun quick enough to avoid Ferret taking a swing at his head from behind. He'd been both out-numbered and overpowered.

Darius could only wish him well, and promise Elise that he would visit them at the shelter later during the week to check further on them. He also promised that, once Laszlo was up again on his feet, she could visit his son.

The two parted with a mutual hug, and Darius knew that a friendship he had once thought lost could now be rekindled.

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The walk back to his home was meant to be uneventful. All he had wanted was to pick up the sack of potatoes from the store, mayhaps even look at the toy horse on sale for Tristan, but latter to exiting through the general store, Darius stumbled into a woman who was pacing around in circles outside.

Fortunately, he only lost his footing for a few mere seconds and did not drop the sack.

"Oh, I'm sorry," the woman said, "I didn't see you there."

He scowled. "Why are you pacing outside, anyway?" Darius asked irritably. After all, it had been a hard-pressed day for the Hero, who had only wanted a measly sack of potatoes.

"I couldn't think inside, so I came outside to think," she said simply, and begun to pace again with her eyes set on the ground, as if the concrete floor held on the answers to her woes.

Darius raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "What was so important to think about that it dragged you outside?"

She looked up, her eyes frowning at him.

"Have you heard of Reaver?" she asked.

"Yes, I've heard of him," drawled Darius. "I've even met him, in fact."

Darius still could not fathom how Reaver had gotten himself involved with Walter and Ben in helping him to escape just the week ago from the underground passageways of the Market's bar. No matter that he had sought to bring him into Logan, it struck him odd that Reaver had taken to asking the local people about his disappearance.

"Well, wouldn't you agree that he's the most sexist man alive?" she said, smiling wildly. "Sexy, sexy Reaver…"

Darius cringed. Certainly, Reaver was a handsome man – that could not be denied. His hair could be called sexy, I guess, with the way it looks so soft – and that curl in his fringe.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name," he said, attempting to divert her inane chattering about Reaver, which would hopefully in turn stop his mind wandering onto the man himself.

"My name's Benjamina," she replied casually, before continuing, "and I've been pondering on how to get Reaver's underwear from his mansion. Of course, I can't go myself, not since I received that restraining order for sneaking into his mansion the last time. So obviously I need someone else to do it for me…which is why I'm finding it hard getting a pair of his undies, you see."

"Isn't that a little obsessive?" Darius asked uneasily, shrugging the sack of potatoes to lie on his right hipbone, since his arms were losing strength.

"But it's Reaver! Haven't you seen those soft blue eyes, that roguish smirk, and those perfectly gentle-looking, but similarly rough, hands of his?" she said, sighing dreamily. "Oh, I'd give anything to have his unmentionables, you know…I wonder, though, do you think you could get them for me?"

"What! Why would I even want –"

"I have a small fortune that I'd be willing to pay you for them," she said, her eyes pleading him. "You look capable of stealing them, and I know for a fact that Reaver spends more of his time here in Bowerstone Industrial than at that oh, so magnificent mansion of his in Millfields. Oh please, won't you do this for me?"

Darius groaned. "It's just his – err – unmentionables you want, right? Just one pair for a small fortune?"

"Well, I would like more than one really, but just one will do. I've a shrine in my room for that utterly gorgeous man, you know," she exclaimed, and happily flipped her hair back. "In fact, I'll pay you a hundred gold pieces for every pair you bring to me."

"A hundred…just for a single pair of Reaver's unmentionables?"

"Oh, all right, then – two hundred," she said.

Darius' eyebrows flew upwards so swiftly that, just for a moment, he thought they'd reached the top of his head.

"All right, sure," he agreed earnestly, extending his hand that wasn't holding the heavy sac of potatoes up. "I'll try and get them if I have time."

She grasped his hand and shook it enthusiastically.

Why anyone would give two hundred pieces for a pair of his underwear is unbelievable, he reasoned thoughtfully. I mean, not that he's handsome, as he is, but – well, he's an egotistical git about it. Even I'm not that vain!

Benjamina released his hand.

"Whenever you've got them, just come by my house. I live in the Market district down Wall street, and my house is the one called The Shrine. If you're ever in the neighbourhood though, please come visit, and I'll make sure to show you all the wonderful things I've collected about that sexy, gorgeous man," she said, winking before stepping back. "Well, bye for now…and good luck in searching his mansion for a pair of his sexy undies."

Benjamina turned and walked away, likely intending to back to her house in Bowerstone's Market.

Darius shifted the sac of potatoes from his right hip on to his left, and sighed dramatically. All I wanted was to get myself some dinner for tonight – just potatoes, carrots and meat. Mayhaps even a little chocolate for desert. Instead, I wind up rescuing Elise from a crime boss and now I'm chasing down a pair of Reaver's unmentionables. Bloody terrific!