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Bright light flooded the room as Elizabeth awoke to the sound of the shower running.

Thankfully, John came back to the hotel in the early morning hours, and passed out without incident.

Now, as the events of last night came rushing back, she needed to figure out what was next.

"What are you thinking about?"

Her thoughts were scattered and she jumped in surprise at the sight of John, standing in the bathroom doorway.

"Oh, just thinking about some errands i need to run today."

HIs eyes narrowed, he sensed there was more to it, but dropped the subject for now.

"Well, get yourself presentable, I have to be in the arena at 11 to get started on the briefing for tonight's pay per view."

She nodded, silently getting up and moving to her suitcase. Usually, days where she had to be at the arena for 11 hours straight stressed her out to no end, due to the unrelenting pity inflicted upon her by every superstar, stagehand and their mother.

But the thought of today brought new feelings of happiness to her, because she could finally she the small, unsure shred of light at the end of the tunnel.

"Now remember the rules" John chided like he was speaking to a child as he cornered her in his private locker room.

Elizabeth nodded, annoyed that they went through this same spiel every time he left her in the arena alone.

"Yes John, keep my phone with me at all times, and no speaking to single male superstars."

"Or stagehands."

She sighed, ignoring the glare that tried to slice through her.

"No single superstars OR stagehands."

He nodded, obviously pleased with that answer.

"I will be back in two hours. Behave."

He almost hissed, pulling his fiance into his arms to plant a sickly sweet kiss on her pursed lips.

She watched him disappear through the door, and immediately her hand flew to her mouth in disgust, wiping away his kiss feverishly.

This was dangerous, but she always had a knack for finding herself in dangerous situations.

Elizabeth waited 10 minutes before emerging from the room.

Her first idea was to start opening doors until she found Bray, but that was too reckless, even for her. So the new plan relied heavily -or only- on Wyatt's strong urge to protect her.

She took off down the hallways, passing too many sympathetic faces, before reaching an unused part of the arena.

Her feet stopped abruptly as her lungs took in a deep, reassuring breath.

"You can come out now."

Silence. Although now that she was alone, senses could indicate a heavy gaze resting on her.

"Please." Her voice was thick with desperation.

"Come out. I need your help.

A few seconds more passed, and her mouth opened to call again, when Luke Harper stepped out of the shadows. It startled her, but not as much as the cold, emotionless stare he was giving.

Elizabeth fought the urge to turn away, forcing herself to to return the eye contact.

"Take me to Bray."

Nothing. Just a wild stare.

Her face turned a deep shade of red as she fought to keep his gaze.

To say she was frustrated would be an understatement.

Rage filled her eyes as the asshole suddenly threw his head back and…. Laugh? What did she get herself into?

"Smart girl" He mumbled, disappearing back into the shadows, with the shaken woman in tow.

"Smart, Smart girl."