A/N: I know that this has taken forever to post, and I would like to apologize. I had homecoming, forever ago, and it was fun. Except for getting into a fight with my boyfriend. We broke up shortly after. It was kind of depressing, because he broke up with me for another girl. As you can see, this would make it slightly hard to write. But, now I'm dating a very amazing boy, and he has made things better. Also, something very cool happened. I got my tongue and my lip pierced. It goes nicely with my belly button, eyebrow, and three in each ear. But onto reviews.

Sweet Sassy Sarah: I know that I presented it oddly, because I wanted people to be shocked by it. Sadly, I think I didn't do it very well, considering people are still a little confused on it.

Kyprish Prophetess: Yes, Rosto is in love with Ambry, who is with Col. And yes, he is sleeping with Beka. No, it is not supposed to be the other way. I went with a twist. And he beat himself up, as it is obviously stated in the second chapter. Or the third, I can't remember perfectly.

Sketchy Cannabis: Thank you for your compliments. And I'm glad that the drug infused into this writing is more legal than crack. But just as addictive. :]

PS: Sorry this is short. I know what I want to do with it next, but I can't figure out how to say it. I'm hoping that this next bit will be up soon.

Beka fell into her bed, exhaustion making her like rubber after her rounds with Goodwin and Tunstall. She had stopped a big man from killing his small wife in a drunken rage. Chasing him into an alley where her partners had been waiting, it had been satisfying to get her anger out in a productive manner. Her muscles still ached from the running she had done, twitching and burning under her clothes. It was a welcomed, deserved feeling. Not long after the pain in her legs left her thoughts, did the pain in her heart enter.

All her life, Beka had been taught that falling in love was supposed to be an amazing feeling, that left you lightheaded with happiness and dizzy with excitement. Instead, the only time she was lightheaded was when she woke up in the morning after a dizzying night of canoodling, her legs hurting and her throat dry. Beka had never been a particularly girlish girl, but she was enough of one to be bitter that she didn't get that type of love. No, only Ambry got that type of love from any man she wanted. Col, Kalton, Shoy, Tayb…

Rosto. The thought made a tear come to her eye.

He had tried his luck with Beka too many times. He must have gotten sick of her always saying no. Eventually, his interests had turned to Ambry. And there they rested, even though she had told him everything that Beka had, more often than she. Maybe you're only allowed to give up on one person in your life, Beka thought with a dejected sigh. When he had finally given up chasing her, she had been relieved. Good riddance, that's what she thought.

Until he had shown up, dreamy-eyed and explaining how perfect Ambry was. Her heart had felt like it was being ripped out. So, she had done the only thing she could think to do. She had ignored it, ignored the stabbing pain she felt whenever he was around. Eventually, the pain turned to a burning rage that threatened to consume her when Ambry rejected him.

And then Rosto had come to her in the night, sneaking into her room as a common thief would. And he had stolen something. He had made off into the night with the very purpose of her life. She no longer cared as much about being a Dog and cleaning up the streets. Comforting Rosto had taken over her. She felt hollow when he wasn't in her room, in her bed.

She knew she could do nothing to stop his pain, all she could do was lessen it, one night at a time. But she didn't see that it was doing much. He was getting reckless. He obviously wasn't eating, and he didn't seem to be sleeping. And the bruises he had given himself were not a good sign either. What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he give up on Ambry as he had given up on her?

She started to cry, curling up and hugging her knees to herself on her bed. It had been two days since he had shown up after breakfast. And the time was beginning to worry her. Had he done something to get himself killed? It seemed like something he would do, put himself out of his misery by having someone else do it.

He was so selfish. He never once thought of what this could be doing to her. He only knew that she was going to be there for him, do anything for him. He was abusing the privilege. Didn't he think that she deserved something in return? She wanted him to respect her, not to run off at dawn every day, returning after everyone else was sleeping. She was sick of being hidden, like she was a doxie. It was a feeling that made her feel worse every time she thought about it. But would he respect her with the privilege of public knowledge? Of course not, Rosto was Rosto, the Rogue of Tortall. Everyone owed him something, and if he didn't get it, there was going to be hell to pay.

Beka finally fell asleep, angry at Ambry for making Rosto hurt, angry at Rosto for hurting her. And angry at herself for being in love with him, knowing she'd forgive him and give in when next he came to her.