Complications
Langley had heard through the grapevine that his charge was finished with her exercises for the day, and he was extremely proud that she had found a sport more suited for her. So he left in search of her, after meeting with Odin's war counselors. Rather cheerfully, he made his way to the entrance to the courtyards, and then came to a halting stop behind one of the pillars. He was murmuring something to her - what was it?
Elliot's hands twitched in response to the firm, cold grip around her wrists. She kept her eyes trained on her captive hands, debating what to do.
"You are such a fighter," he remarked, watching the muscles in her wrists move beneath her skin. "It must be exhausting to be that way." Loki cocked his head and peered into her eyes, searching for any indication that she would attempt to fight him. She had become rigid the moment he touched her warm skin. He tightened his grip, only slightly, and she immediately responded with a tightening of her own hands.
He sighed - she was just too difficult, and his patience was wearing thin. Did he not know that he was trying to help her? Without another word, he summoned the healing magic that he'd mastered as a child and began to heal her.
The sensation was like a rush of ice-cold water running from her shoulders down the length of her arms. She squeezed her eyes tightly and a violent shiver ran down her spine, causing goosebumps to appear on her forearms. It was such an odd sensation, but one that she enjoyed - she could feel the soreness in her arms lessen. She began to relax her muscles.
When he was finished, he peered down at her serene expression, and her lips parted to release a quiet sigh. That was...nice.
That's over with, he thought with satisfaction, releasing her wrists. The moment he did, she leaned forward, a sense of drowsiness overtaking her from a combination of practicing archery for so long, and from the strange sensation. Instinctively, Loki retreated from her, but when he saw that she was on a direct path to the ground, he reached for her waist to keep her upright.
"A slight dose of magic sends you into a fainting spell?" Loki looked upon her with amusement, his lips quirking upwards. "You are fascinating for a mortal." He drew her closer until the slope of her cheek rested against his chest. Elliot began to feel uncomfortable - she was much too close to him, but his arm was ensnared around her waist to keep her there. She let her hands dangle by her sides, unsure what to do.
"Thank you," she muttered after a few moments.
"You should treat that compliment lightly," he continued in a murmur. "Fascination can quickly lead to obsession. And it does not hesitate to destroy and consume those afflicted."
Her lips twisted into a frown. "Destroy and consume?" she repeated, testing the words.
Loki smiled at her naivety. He slid his fingers further up her ribcage, dancing along the soft material of her tunic. She shifted and brought her hands to his chest to push him away, but his strength was greater than hers and he did not move an inch. Instead, he pursed his lips and brought her even closer, their chests now evenly pressed together, and his face close enough to hers that his breath stroked her cheek and ruffled the strands of her hair that slipped from her loose bun.
With his face so very close to hers, she began to recall what had happened that last time he was this close. I should have run when I had the chance.
But what neither of them realized was that Loki had unconsciously loosened his grip moments ago, and if she had wanted to, she would have easily been able to entangle herself from his arms. But she could not move for the simple fact fact that the only thing that kept her rooted to the spot were the glowing silver-green eyes that held her prisoner.
And he found it rather surprising that her eyes did the same to him. He'd seen so many eyes, widening as he showed off his magic, becoming heavy-lidded when he beckoned them to his chambers. But hers held a fierce determination that captivated him.
He inhaled quietly and brought her face closer to his so that she was able to see the varying shades of green in his eyes.
It was at that moment when Langley chose to reveal himself. He had seen enough - the Mischief God was playing with his charge, toying with every one of her emotions. Her fear and disdain was clear to Langley's eyes; why was it not clear to his? So he slipped through the pillars, crying out Elliot's name.
A smile played on his lips and he released her, listening to Langley's approaching footsteps. How convenient.
Elliot stared with confusion as Loki took long, lazy steps backwards from her, keeping his eyes trained on her all the while. When Langley grew closer, she turned her eyes to him and began to assure him that she was fine.
More than likely, he had lit a roaring flame of hatred within the swordsman's soul, but it was a small price to pay for some fun.
He is, after all, the God of Mischief.
Once Langley had saw to it that Elliot was escorted back to her room by several guards, he allowed himself to turn to the problem at hand. And that problem was Loki.
Rarely had Langley ever experienced fear during his lifetime on Asgard, but when he saw Elliot resting against his chest, her arms lax, he feared the worst. Loki could have magicked her, or planted images and sounds in her head, to drive her to her death.
He stroked the scruff growing on his chin, and then mumbled, "Something must be done." Without another moment's hesitance, Langley strode down the corridor Loki had walked through moments earlier. Langley reached for his sword, grasping his hands tightly around the cold hilt. The darkness of the corridor swallowed him and sent a frisson running down his spine.
Langley and Loki were schooled together at a young age and quickly became friends, due to their tendency to see what others cannot and for their sharp intelligence. The prince was a trickster indeed; when handmaidens were found locked in the walk-in linen closet, he could usually be found a few paces away, chuckling to himself. When Merida, an old acquaintance of Langley's, discovered that her quarters were flooded, Loki could be found hiding in his chambers with soaked boots.
Since they had grown up, they'd grown apart. Loki threw himself into his magic and Langley was dedicated to becoming a warrior of Asgard. He was not incredibly fond of magic.
While Langley traveled through the corridor at a snail's pace, a black spider descended from the ceiling, suspended by its thread. The swordsman thought nothing of it, his eyes still sweeping the dimly lit corridor for any sign of the magician.
He found Loki standing at the end of the corridor, his hands clasped behind his back. Langley approached him like a hunter would a beast. His eyes glanced at the two hallways that split in different directions for any guards. They will not be witness to his murder.
"You have walked these halls long enough," rumbled Langley, revealing the blade. Loki stood still, watching as the swordsman lunged for him.
When the tip of his sword touched Loki's chest, the true master of magic waved his hand, revealing that it was merely a trick. He had crawled along the wall, in that horrific form of a spider, until he reached the end of the corridor, hiding around the corner and setting a double nearby, just in case.
And at that moment, when Langley lunged through thin air, he was never happier that he had. Loki smiled, watching as the swordsman landed roughly on his side, emitting a loud groan. Clearing his throat, Loki swept his green cape to the side, peering down at the bruised and battered warrior.
"You and everyone else continues to fall for that trick," mused Loki. "I do not like transforming into spiders. The sensation of having more than two legs is always incredibly disorienting."
Langley emitted one more groan, touching the side of his face to feel the new scrapes had formed as a result of his extraordinary leap. Then the ground disappeared from behind him, and his back was against the wall.
"Why have you followed me, Langley?" Loki neared Langley's battered face, pressing him further into the wall. When the swordsman didn't respond, he tightened his hands around his neck, applying pressure to his windpipe.
"To learn what sorcery you put on my charge!" Langley wheezed, grasping the wrists that held him hostage.
"Sorcery?" He had merely helped the mortal. "I don't understand. You must be mistaken."
"I am not!" snapped Langley, with the little air he had. He licked his split lip anxiously, tasting blood. "What have you done to her?"
"I have merely healed her. She complained of the ache in her shoulder."
"Lies!"
"I do not lie," snarled Loki, speaking through his teeth.
Langley was running out of air, and time. His eyes dropped to his fallen sword, and wished that it was within reach. But for the moment, he had to make sure that the prince did not choke him to death in the hallways. "If you speak the truth, then let me go!"
Langley had temporarily bested him. With a reluctant sigh, he loosened the pressure on Langley's windpipe, although he did not step back. Langley's distaste for him was always puzzling. For what reason did he speak with such malice?
Now that Langley could breathe, he felt a surge of confidence, and leaned forward as far as Loki's hands would allow him, until their noses touched. "I know not what you have done, or what you intend to do with my charge," he whispered, making sure to stare Loki in those glittering eyes. "But I swear to you, if I find out, I will slit your throat whilst you lie with my sister at night."
Langley heard the stories whispered throughout the palace, that Loki had taken another lover. He refused to hear the ladies talk of Elissa as if she were a common whore, spreading her legs for every man she meets. It tore his heart into pieces.
Langley was hurt, and Loki knew it, which is why a grin of delight spread across his pale face. Now this makes sense. The poor swordsman was upset that he had taken his sister at night. Twisting his lips into a sneer, he said, "And leave your poor, innocent sister unsatisfied?"
"How dare-!"
"Your sister is a whore," stated Loki, releasing Langley then. Langley sagged against the wall of the corridor, partially with relief, but mostly because his legs would not support him fully. "That cannot be changed, no matter how much you trip over your tongue."
Speaking of Elissa, she was more than likely waiting for him. It was he who beckoned her to his room, curious about the news of Elliot's adventures with the Warrior's Three. When he could see in her eyes that she was pure, he decided it wouldn't hurt to change that. It was only until after she had revealed her name that he learned she was related to Langley. That was just an added perk.
At least I have something to look forward to, he thought to himself, stepping back several paces. Noticing Langley's sword, he carelessly kicked it to the side. "I pray you don't try to strike me, or I will have to run you through with your own weapon, and that would be very embarrassing to the King."
Watching Loki retreat down the hallways, Langley then decided that Loki was a monster, and he always would be.
Objectivity, Elliot repeated over and over, squeezing her eyes shut. This was the twentieth time now.
She stood in the waiting room the next morning, clenching and unclenching her fists while she waited for the large red drapes to fall to the side, revealing what would surely be a large crowd of Asgardians who had gathered for the ceremony. She could hear their screams of excitement.
It was difficult to focus on her objectives. From time to time, she had momentary flashbacks to last night. That was close, she thought nervously, wiggling her fingers. Too close.
But would it have been that bad? a nasty voice pointed out. What if it had been better than the last?
She rolled her eyes and told the nasty voice to pipe down.
At the moment, she waited for Langley, who was supposed to come with the gift for the Elven King. I wonder what he will look like, she thought, prying her eyes open. The large metal bowl held a roaring flame today, which entranced her. Twice my size, with bigger ears?
The sounds of shuffling feet behind her caught her ears and she turned, spotting Langley peeking around the doorway. A smile began to appear, but it quickly faded when she saw his face.
"What happened to you?"
He smiled half-heartedly, approaching her. He carried the gift in his hands. "It was an accident."
"You're limping," Elliot breathed, looking at the scrapes arranged into a perfect half-moon under his left eye. His lip was split but no longer oozing blood. He lowered his eyes, embarrassed by her attention.
"You look nice," he mumbled, raising his eyes for a moment to look at the navy cloak she wore over her clothing. "I like the silver cuffs...it suits you."
Elliot wasn't stupid. The corners of her eyes tightened, and she continued to pester him about the nature of his injuries. Who gave it to him? When did it happen? Were they arrested?
"It was just an accident," he reiterated firmly. "Let us speak of it at a later date." Ever the inquisitive soul, she searched every inch of his face to find the answer.
Why would he refuse to tell me? "Was it Loki?" she tried.
He did not respond, choosing instead to shift his gaze uneasily.
Her blue eyes filled with sadness. "Langley, you can't let him do that. You should have chopped his head off." And she was serious. Langley volunteered to show her what could be done with a sword, and it looked incredibly deadly.
"Loki is a prince," explained her guardian. "It is not allowed."
"If you were on Earth, it would give you an excuse to stab him," she muttered darkly, turning from him. And I'm fine, thanks for asking."
She did not see his visible flinch. He debated on what to say, but the moment was gone. In front of them, two guards pulled the red drapes to the side, letting bursts of sunlight into the waiting room. The screams grew louder in response, and Elliot quickly tucked strands of hair behind her ears. She wrung her hands - what if she failed?
Sensing her discomfort, Langley curled his hand around her shoulder and squeezed. "I will be right behind you."
His words did not reassure her entirely, but she did relax her shoulders a little. Then she stepped into the light.
"Cheers for the mortal!"
Elliot froze as the throng of Asgardians threw their hands into the air, clapping enthusiastically when she stepped onto the red carpet that would guide them to Odin's throne. The sounds of claps and whistles of approval brought a nervous smile to her face - why were they so excited?
Langley raised his hand, smiling broadly for them. He had given her the wooden box that contained the stone, so she raised her other hand, mimicking her guardian. Their cheers only grew louder as the pair strode through, waving and smiling.
This is ridiculous, she thought with a delighted grin. It's like I'm their hero, but I haven't done a thing. Langley slipped his arm through hers, whispering that his leg was starting to weaken.
Dozens of large, golden pillars support the roof that housed the rest of the crowd, shielding them from the sun's harsh, unforgiving rays.
"You are doing well," murmured Langley, close to her ear so she could hear. "We are nearly there. Remember what you must do."
After what felt like ages, they finally neared Odin's throne. Elliot walked through the rows of guards, who stood rigidly at attention. Today, there was another sitting in Frigga's throne. He was massive, with muscles large enough to final Thor's. The sunlight that snuck through the roof gleamed on the silver domed helmet he wore, causing Elliot to squint. To her disappointment, he did not look like an elf; rather, he was human in appearance. His flaxen hair was tied into two long braids that extended from beneath the edges of his helmet. Frey was the perfect replica of a Viking King. To the right stood his subjects, their ice-blue eyes attached to the wooden box in her hands.
Standing to the left of the stairs were Frigga, Thor, and Loki, dressed most elegantly to show their prosperity to their visitors. When Elliot's eyes settled on Thor's, a lazy smile appeared on his lips, putting her at ease. Next to him stood Loki, his hands continuously clenching into fists. His eyes showed no emotion; he did not care for events like these.
When she saw him, her eyes lit up at the sight of his horned helmet. Or rather, the horny helmet.
Odin was watching Elliot very carefully. When they came to a stop and dropped to their knees before them, the smallest exhale of relief escaped his lips. On his own, he pushed himself out of his throne. The King rammed his scepter into the ground and silence fell over Asgard with a quickness. Elliot kept her eyes on the ground, waiting until he had gathered enough energy to speak.
"We have come today," he began, his voice weak but still carrying throughout the open pavilion, "To repair a broken friendship between the Light Elves, and the Asgardians. Mistakes were made, words were said. We, of Asgard, wish to return what rightfully belongs to you." Turning to Frey pointedly, he sank into a half-bow, holding onto his scepter for support.
Langley quietly cleared his throat and Elliot stood upright, fingering the smooth box between her fingers. Frey lowered his eyes to look upon her.
She adopted the Asgardian's formal method of speech. "I did not know the stone that I wore belonged to a race as mighty as the Light Elves. And it is yours, so...here it is. Take it, and I hope that for the sake everyone, our friendship can be repaired once more."
Internally, she cringed at every word. To her, she sounded like Audrey Hepburn from My Fair Lady. She felt stupid, but at last, her part was done.
Frey stood upright, brushing aside an imaginary piece of lint from his white tunic. He then descended down the stairs, his heavy steps sounding more like thumps in the pavilion. Elliot struggled to remain very calm as the massive King approached her; he had to have at least been seven feet tall.
She tilted her head up to meet his guarded dark eyes, and held out the box further.
"We accept," he rumbled, the hatch unlocking. With his large fingers, he pinched the tip lid and opened the box. Behind him, Odin collapsed into his chair with relief; disaster was averted.
But unfortunately for them all, it was not. Before Elliot, his face made a startling transformation. Fear rooted her to the spot as she watched his face contort into that of all consuming anger. Langley stood upright, worrying that the Elven King had been poisoned, because a vein throbbed in his forehead.
It all happened so quickly; once minute the box was gone, and the next it was smacked from her hands, flying into the nearby crowd, and the Asgardians shrieked and scattered from the projectile. Elliot cried out, the sharp edge of the lid scraping across her palm, and Langley tugged her from the furious King, tightening his hands around her shoulders.
What's the problem? she thought wildly, searching for the box among the sea of gold and red.
"THERE IS NOTHING THERE!"
"What?" Langley and Elliot both spoke at the same time. She finally laid eyes on the box, and let out a muted gasp - the navy blue cushion on the interior was devoid of the triangular stone.
At once, the elves drew their swords, hissing in warning at Elliot. Unconsciously, she leaned into Langley's chest, shrinking from their furious gazes.
Where the hell did the stone go? "I left it on my dresser last night so that someone can take it. I don't know what happened!" Langley pulled her away from Frey, whose bulbous face was turning red.
Odin had reached the box, snatching it from the ground and examining it for himself. Behind him, the elves approached slowly, with dangerous intent.
It was Loki who guessed their plan, and he quickly summoned his magic to keep the elves locked into place. Once it had taken effect, their limbs and legs became stationary. Their cold eyes settled on him, but he did not flinch. "You will keep still. Odin will not die today."
The monarch sought out Loki with his one eye, and in a surprising gesture, nodded. The simple move nearly lifted his spirits, were it not for the fact that elves were glaring daggers at him.
Gently, Odin extended one hand towards Frey. "My friend," he began softly, speaking to him as if Frey were a child, "I do not know what has become of your stone."
"Ask the mortal! How convenient is it that a mortal could arrive on your doorsteps, stating that it was a mere accident, and she shouldn't be here? This is an act of war!"
Taken aback, Odin lowered his arm. Frey then turned to face Loki, who stood calmly in front of his mother, spreading his arms in a gesture of defense. "You will free my subjects, or I shall burn you."
The odds the Frey was making empty threats was highly unlikely. Reluctantly, he released the enchantments and the elves tested their limbs experimentally. His magic was so strong that it left their wrists and ankles weak from the pressure of the invisible chains that kept them still.
"If Asgard wants war, it shall have it," declared the King of the Elves, turning again Odin. "We will turn this city to ruins and my stone will be returned to me, no matter how much blood will be split!"
He barked several alien words, and then he and the elves were gone.
Loki stepped to the side, pursing his lips. He knew that this would be an incredibly difficult situation to handle. Odin, accused of thievery, and now war was knocking at their doors? What would be done?
He glanced at Elliot and scowled; she was in the arms of the swordsman, who looked as frightened as a boar caught in the presence of hunters. Loki did not fear the massive king, no matter how large his muscles or frightening his face. With one wave of his hand, Loki could kill him. He had no reason to be afraid.
However, fear struck his heart when the King pointed one finger at him. "YOU!"
For the love of Asgard's moons, do not tell me he assumes I did this, thought Loki, rolling his eyes. "I have done nothing," he said dryly.
"You return to Asgard after committing genocide on Midgard, and less than two days later, you have the elves threatening us with war. Your return has doomed us all! I would rather you have died in the vortexes of space!" spat the King, his eyes bulging out of their sockets. Spit dripped from his mouth onto the floor in his fit of rage.
Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt hollow and empty and aching. Because that was how Loki felt, watching as the man who raised him wished for this death, in front of thousands of people.
He wouldn't forget that it was Elliot who was the first to defend him. Not Thor, nor Frigga, or any other Asgardian. It was her, a skinny mortal from Midgard, who wrenched herself from Langley's hold to approach Odin. She was the one to implored him to look past what he had done and focus on the problem at hand, and that was imminent war. She was the first to tell Odin why he could never wish for his death.
"Furthermore, I know he has nothing to do with this!" she continued, pointing to Loki behind her. "Because he slept in the library last night! I went there to try my hand at reading your language. He was sleeping, not creeping."
"No one here is to blame, Father." Thor finally spoke up. "I am sure that-"
"That is where you are wrong!" squeaked a girl's voice from the crowd. Elliot turned, searching for the source, and her eyes fell upon a young girl who couldn't have been more than 16. Her pretty eyes were red and teary as she approached the King, clearly shaken.
"Speak!" he barked, not caring for her shaken state. Tutting at her husband's indifference, Frigga flitted across the room to her and began rubbing her shoulders. "You will not be punished, child. Tell us what you have to say."
With Frigga at her side, she gained the courage to speak. She wiped her eyes with the heel of her hand, and began to recount what she saw.
"I saw with my own eyes, an elf, wandering through the corridors in the dead of night. I was returning linens..." her voice broke in the middle, but she recovered. "In the night, the elf entered the chambers of the mortal."
My chambers? There was an elf in my room last night? She tried to recall if she'd heard any strange noises last night. If she did, she thought nothing of them, or the elf was very sneaky. Another thought entered her mind: what if he was there to kill her?
The servant's revelation sent the entire pavilion in a frenzy. "Search the palace!" Thor commanded, pointing to a set of guards. They bowed and hastily retreated down the nearest corridor.
"I did not know why he entered her chambers but my instincts told me not to question such a powerful creature," the girl sobbed, shaking her long, auburn hair. "But in his hands, I saw a stone. A blue stone!"
Elliot pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes until she saw dancing circles behind her eyelids. All she wanted to do was collapse on the stairs.
For Loki, the revelation was a way to deflect the attention from himself. "Look at you now!" he spat from above, his eyes sweeping the figures below him. "You accuse me of thievery when it was the Light Elves who stole their stone from us in the dead of night! Dead guards probably litter the palace because you're so foolish!" Odin did not respond, only lowered his eyes to the gleaming floor. "The Light Elves had never liked Asgard, especially since you appointed their ruler without their consent!"
He had been there to experience Frey's rage when Odin appointed him leader of Alfheim. The massive Asgardian wanted to rule alongside the Allfather, but Odin refused, claiming that his services would be of better use to Elves. He had, in essence, severely injured Frey, and it was a grudge he held to this day.
"The Light Elves intended to start war," Thor surmised quietly. "Take the stone back, accuse us...and bring back an army."
Very good, Odinson, thought Loki, wishing he could slap intelligence into his thick skull.
From the crowd, Sif emerged. "What do we do now, Allfather?" she called, approaching the front of the pavilion. "Do we summon our war advisors? Arm the men?"Sif came to a stop in front of Odin, who remained still.
Then, after a few minutes, he strode to the top of the stairs, using his scepter for support. When he had reached a step high enough to see the faces of his anxious subjects, he spoke.
"People of Asgard, a dark day has come to our gates!" he called. "Our once-thought allies have turned on us with the intent of war. We must arm ourselves and prepare. For now, return to your dwellings and await a decree that will come in two day's time, calling for able-bodied men to fight alongside Asgard's warriors."
A mother in the crowd clutched her newborn baby to her chest, to protect him from the impending storm. A young child squeezed the hand of her father, noticing how pale he had become. Near them, an older man clapped his hand on the shoulder of his eldest son, knowing that he might be left without any heirs.
The Asgardians then dispersed, not a word coming from their mouths. What was supposed to be a day of hope had turned into a day filled with worry.
Would his son return to him in one piece? Would her son be without a father for the rest of his life? How would she feed her family?
Thor ascended up the stairs and placed an arm around his father's shoulders. "Father, I will command the army. You are too tired."
"Yes, you must..." panted the elder, sounding very week. "I feel an ache in my bones...that I have never experienced before."
Frigga and Thor glanced at her each other, wondering if the Odinsleep was upon them. Hurriedly, she offered to escort him to bed. "You are weary from the stress of a new war."
Loki watched them talk quietly, the perfectly little family that they were. As always, he stood on the outside looking in, watching as they fretted over Odin. He remained where he stood, on the steps, wondering if they would notice that he wasn't there.
They didn't. So he spoke up. "What will I do?" he croaked quietly.
"I ought to have your mouth sewn shut," spat Odin, summoning enough energy to fix him with a glare so hate-filled, he nearly considered retreating to his chambers. "I ought to banish you!"
Again, Elliot was the only one who came to his defense. "Will you give him a chance? He didn't do anything. It's the Elves who conspired against you all."
Odin's white eyebrows came together, setting the wrinkles of his face deeper against his skin. "You speak to me with no respect, mortal. It is a vice of yours, and I fear it will never disappear."
And why should she? Elliot looked the weary king from head to toe. He judges everyone too harshly, refuses to send her home, and then tries to have his own son sentenced to death? She just couldn't find any reason to respect him.
"Let him fight," she suggested calmly, keeping her temper in check. "Don't stick a needle through his lips!"
"Will you not relent?" growled Odin, his single blue eye boring into her. "You will not relent until I give this boy a pardon?"
"No, I won't."
"I grow tired of your whining," he muttered, glancing at Loki out of the corner of his eye. "You will fight with the Asgardians. If we succeed, you will be cleared of all charges. Now I would like to return to my room!"
Elliot exhaled with relief. At least that was over. While Odin was helped to his room by Frigga, she collapsed on the nearest step, running her hands through his hair. The pavilion was nearly empty.
"You do not realize it, but I do," spoke Thor, his voice very soft behind her. She twisted her neck to look up at him, surprised that he snuck up on her.
"Realize what?"
"That you care for him." He smiled very gently. "You don't need to say it, or defend yourself. Your actions speak louder than words." With that, he left her for Fandral, who was with Sif.
Elliot chewed on her lip. I'm just being nice. I can identify with him, being the younger sibling. She made more money, she was smarter, she was the one who would retire early, but Katie was well-liked, had a baby, a husband, and a decent job. In her eyes, Katie won.
"Thank you." It was Loki now, who was behind her. "But I do not need your help."
Now that he was here, she raised her eyes to him. "What did you do to Langley? He has bruises up and down his face."
"He continues to accuse me of acts I have no committed." His lip curled and he walked down the stairs with confidence. "I trust that he no longer will."
lonnggg chapter. hope everyone enjoyed, i apologize for the delay but school is getting to me! i will continue to update as often as i can.
hope you all enjoyed the minor dash of romance ;) things might get a little heated...and a little more complicated.
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