"I woke up this morning with a grudge the size of your story.
Oh, I feel, I feel so low.
Let me start at the end, the part I haven't figured out yet.
Yes, I am, I'm moving slow . . .
. . . If I just saved you, then you could save me too."

No One Does It Better: You Me at Six


"So you can't leave town, and the twins can't leave town."

I hated hearing it said out-loud again, with the start of a new day, but this was the reality we were facing. My eyes moved over to find Marcel, and I nodded. "That's the way it seems."

He glanced over to Davina, who sat next to him on the couch across from the one Kol and I were sitting in. "You got any ideas, D?"

She shook her head. "I have no idea how they might keep you here, unless it's the Ancestors."

Kol rubbed a hand over his mouth, but every muscle of his body tightened. "We can't exactly kill them, can we?"

"What do you plan to do?" Marcel asked. "Slaughter you way through the nine covens?"

"I will burn this town to the ground if I have to, and I will sleep like a baby about it because I will know that no one can hurt my children or the woman that I love," Kol said, and he didn't miss a beat. There wasn't a hint of hesitation or remorse, and that was something I could understand right now. "So yes, that was the plan."

Acting without thinking was what killed that woman last night. I had killed that woman last night, and I realized that maybe that had been necessary. Maybe it hadn't. It didn't matter either way because she was dead, and I couldn't change that no matter how much I wished that I could.

I sighed and squeezed Kol's hand in mine a bit, grabbing his full attention immediately. "We can't just kill people for no reason. I don't think the witches are gonna stop coming for me, but right now, they're not concerned about the twins. Do they even know that I'm an Original?"

"I'm fairly certain everyone does at this point," he said.

"Okay, so they probably think I'm bound the white oak like you guys are," I reminded him.

He let out a heavy breath. "Yes, well, Rebekah has shown that the white oak can appear out of nowhere. I wouldn't be surprised if our mother took some to her grave."

"Kol, you ensured yourself that she took nothing to her grave," Rebekah spoke up for the first time, from her place standing just inside the doorway of the parlor we were sitting in.

Kol glared over at his sister, though it wasn't as bitter as it might've been towards someone outside of the family. "What I'm saying is, Darcy pointed out to me yesterday that anything is possible at this point. I had children, and that was impossible to us just over a year ago. What if they find another way?"

"I don't think they can just find a way to kill us," she said.

"They have to, though, right?" I asked. "Because I have to die so they can get their magic back. I'm pretty sure they'll stop at nothing to find a way to kill me, which means they'll find a way to kill any of you and the vampire race entirely."

"Whoa, hang on a second." Marcel leaned forward, and his eyes were locked on me. "What does the entire vampire race have to do with all of this?"

"After our mother's recent attempts on our lives, we discovered that killing the Original will kill their entire bloodline," Elijah said, before I even got the chance.

The corners of his eyes tightened, and he took a slow breath in. "So if Darcy dies, Davina dies. If Klaus dies, my guys and I die."

"Precisely."

"So this is now more than just keeping the witches from getting their magic back," Marcel said, and there was an almost icy tone to his words. It wasn't friendly, whatever it was. "We have to protect ourselves, and I have to protect everyone I have left."

"Glad to know we have your attention now," Kol snapped.

I noticed Marcel's eyes growing dark on the inside, not the vampire kind of dark, and it was just going to show the rivalry that existed between the two. Right now, if we were gonna figure this out, that couldn't get in the way.

"Stop, Kol," I said. I didn't usually like standing in direct opposition of Kol, especially in favor of someone else, but if I sided with Kol, it was just gonna make Marcel angrier. Everything else had to be put to the side. "He was helping us. He's right. This does change stuff for him."

Kol let out a huff and leaned back into the couch behind him. "Fine. Does anyone have any useful suggestions at this point, or are we to simply hide here until someone decides that they'd rather die than lose their magic? Because these people are willing to sacrifice their children in some insane ritual to ensure they keep it. I don't believe they value their lives very much at this point."

"You're right," I said. "We can't be on the defensive side right now. We have to do something."

"What can we do?" Rebekah asked. "We don't know what they're capable of at this point. We don't even know what you're capable of at this point."

"I'm capable of doing whatever I have to do to ensure nothing happens to anyone in my family." I hated using harsher tones with anyone I cared about, especially when I wasn't mad, but she needed to understand that this unstable magic would be used to protect my kids, even if it meant figuring it out. "That's what I'm capable of."

She shook her head. "Not if this gets worse. This magic is unstable. You saw what happened when you tried to make that daylight ring."

I hated hearing it, the reminder of what had happened when I tried to make Marcel a daylight ring so I could unlink him. It was a simple spell, but I had so much magic that it was explosive.

It was unstable, and believing that I could stabilize it was dangerous and reckless. That kind of thinking would get someone dead.

This . . . magic was unstable.

It was nothing I had ever experienced, nothing that Shea had ever heard of. When we realized that the magic wasn't going away, that it was the cause behind my out of control magic back home and here, she was confused. She said that had never happened, that siphons bodies can't retain magic. Whether they use it or not, it does go away.

Why it wasn't going away didn't matter. What mattered was that it wasn't. My body wasn't consuming it, so in theory, there was no way to make it go away.

Except . . . I could do that.

"You're right."

Kol noticed the softness of my words, how distant they sounded, and he leaned up off the couch immediately, to study my expression further. "Love?"

"This magic in me is unstable. As long as the magic is inside of me, they won't leave me alone." I couldn't contain the grin that spread when I looked up at him, when my eyes moved across the room to the rest of the Mikaelsons. "There may be a way to get the hell out of town."

His lips thinned. "How?"

"If I don't have the magic, they don't care about me," I pointed out. "We can leave town, and they can get their stupid magic back. I'll just kill any who come and try to hurt the twins."

"You have the magic, though," he said. "It's not going away. That's sort of the problem."

"You remember when I was telling you about what I can do?" I asked, and I watched his eyes soften, watched him get lost in the memories of our life when things were much simpler. "I take the magic from things, and I can store it."

He hadn't smiled the way he did then since we got to New Orleans, and I adored seeing his stretch across to his cheeks. "In a vessel. You are a genius. You wouldn't happen to have it with you, would you?"

The feeling of his lips against my forehead, paired with his smile, had my own widening. "No. I left it in Mystic Falls."

"Shit."

"But I can get Caroline to bring it to me," I said.

Rebekah gave me a sideways stare. "Caroline? That's oddly specific."

"She's the only one who wouldn't have someone follow," I said. "I mean, there's always Alaric, but he would tell everyone. The last thing I need is Damon here telling me that I'm in over my head."

Kol's teeth snapped together loudly enough that I heard it, but they didn't stay clenched so tight. The muscles of his jaw relented, at least enough that he could speak. "Yes. The last thing we need is Damon Salvatore down here meddling in family affairs."

I smirked at him, despite the darkness hardening his usually soft stare—at least when it was turned in my direction. "He is family, you know. One day, he'll marry my sister, and you know what that means, by definition?"

His eyes darkened so much that I wondered if some of it was his vampire side showing, but the veins around his eyes didn't start to show. "Let's just hope they break up then."

"You're the worst," I informed him.

Stefan grinned from where he stood in the room, reminding us all that it wasn't just the Mikaelsons and the people from New Orleans here right now. "Is this about the—?"

"Yeah," I sighed, and he just laughed. "I'm fairly certain that's what this is about."

"He helped you leave!" Kol exclaimed.

"Yes because at this time, they all hated you and thought you lied to me," I said. "They wanted you dead and wanted me far away from you to ensure that could happen. Now, Kol, I think it's time to let bygones be bygones and focus on the problem at hand."

I didn't give him much time to protest, as there were things I needed to get done. Instead, I leaned forward to the table between the couches, meant to serve as a coffee table of sorts, but it was more elaborate than all of that. It held my phone well enough, though.

"Darcy!" Caroline squealed the second she answered. "Hi! How's New Orleans?"

I took a deep breath. "I need a huge favor, and by huge favor, I mean super big."

"Okay," she said, but she drug the word out, much further than a two-syllable word should've gone on.

I rubbed my lips together. "Long story short, do you remember that vessel that Kol gave me to store magic so I always had some in case something went wrong?"

"Yeah," she said. "That ugly old necklace you used to wear all the time?"

Kol turned his head my way, his eyes tight. "That was a four century old artifact, Caroline."

"Yes, and still very ugly," she said, without a single bit of shame. That was Caroline Forbes for you. She was gonna speak her mind, whether you liked it or not. "What about it?"

"I need you to bring it to me, in New Orleans," I said.

There was a short pause on the other side of the line. "O-kay, you're gonna have to explain that to me. I'm on my way to my car, but I kinda need to know what's going on, right?"

I sighed. "I'm sort of stuck here. I could give a long ass explanation, but I really don't need anyone else coming to town right now. I need you to come alone, and don't tell anyone where you're going, okay?"

"Yeah. Okay," she said, and it was obvious that her mood had gone south since she had first answered the phone. "I'll call you when I get back to Mystic Falls."

I rubbed my hand across the back of my neck, pressing my fingers into the muscles to attempt to loosen them some. "Great. Thanks, Care."

"Anything for you, Darcy."

I didn't bother with goodbyes, and that was pretty much expected. Everyone knew at this point, Kol better than any.

I would never be ready to say goodbye to him, or anyone else I cared about. I didn't do goodbye so well.

I set my phone back on the table. "Okay, so, now we sit here and wait."

"Actually, we can't do that," Marcel disagreed. "The witches didn't just overpower us alone. They got the werewolves in the Bayou to help."

"Why would the werewolves help the witches?" I asked, and I fell back into the couch, to further make myself comfortable. "I thought everyone hated everyone in the supernatural world."

"The werewolves had a curse put on them decades ago that made them wolves every night, except the night of a full moon," he explained, and his eyes shifted away, towards no one. "They spent a few hours as a human, and every other day was spent as a werewolf. They were desperate, willing to do anything to have that curse removed. When the witches offered them a chance to break that curse and kill vampires, obviously they took it. If a vampire is seen anywhere inside the Quarter, they're to be killed immediately, without hesitation. Your vampire friend is in danger."

There were cures for a werewolf bite, two now. Kol and I had shown that my blood cured a werewolf bite more than once, so there was, beyond a shadow of a doubt, two sources of a cure for a werewolf bite.

What if multiple werewolves bit her? What if they just killed her quickly? There was no way to know what might happen, so we would for sure have to pick her up from the airport. From there, they couldn't stop me.

"Okay, so how about this?" I asked. "I go into town, try and figure out what the hell is going on—"

Kol didn't even let me continue from that point, and he scoffed. "Are you out of your bloody mind?"

"We can't just sit here on our hands!" I insisted. "Plus, I need to start finding a way to negotiate with the witches."

"Negotiate?" he asked. "What are you planning to do?"

"Easy. Give them the magic in the vessel. In return, they let us leave town."

"If it's the Ancestors, they have no choice in the matter," Davina spoke up, reminding me of the inside knowledge we had on the witches of New Orleans, specifically the French Quarter coven. She hated them for what they tried to do to her, and she grew angrier the more they tried to hurt the people she cared about, the more they tried to hurt babies. "The Ancestors control the witches here, and I don't think they'll accept your offer. Right now, they have you all contained right where they want you."

"I have to try." I began gnawing on my bottom lip, but my thoughts were racing, focusing on one solution to this puzzle that might fix everything. "This is a mess, but I have an idea."

Kol hadn't looked away from me since I made the suggestion that I go into town, but his eyes were softer now. "An idea?"

"Well, if we can convince the werewolves to join us—"

Marcel held a hand up. "Werewolves hate vampires, especially the ones here."

"Right, but they also hate their curse," I pointed out, and Marcel's eyes just tightened. He wasn't the only one staring at me, though. Every eye in the room was turned my way, but I didn't let it distract me. "I don't know if it's even possible, but when I first met Klaus—or heard of Klaus, met Elijah—they were looking for the doppelgänger to break the curse put on Klaus. It was under the guise that they were breaking the sun and the moon curse, which obviously wasn't real, but those curses things that exist in a way. Vampires can't walk in the sun. Werewolves turn under a full moon. Vampires can walk in the daylight. What if there's a way to protect werewolves from turning?"

Most of the people in the room watched me with indifference, but there was light in Kol's eyes that went beyond happy. It was something more, a gleam of pride, and it was the reason he smiled, despite everything else.

Rebekah and Elijah were both eyeing me as if what I said was surprising, but they had been around a thousand years. Why was that so surprising to them?

Maybe it wasn't the idea. Maybe it was the fact that I had the idea, something they hadn't even thought about.

"We can't take on the witches and the werewolves at the same time," I continued, when no one seemed to have anything to say. "This magic is unstable at best, but right now, the only thing I care about is keeping my kids and my family alive. I just asked someone I care about dearly to come into New Orleans, and I would like to think that means she's not gonna die for me. If we can get the werewolves on our side, the witches will be at a disadvantage."

"What makes you so sure we can even do this?" Marcel asked.

"If there's a spell, I can do it," I said, with probably more confidence than I should've had. "Tribrid, remember?"

"You exploded Marcel's daylight ring," Rebekah reminded me. "Do you remember that?"

I started chewing on my bottom lip again, and I leaned forward, to rest my elbows on my knees. "But if I'm doing a lot of them at the same time, I can do it."

"Our mother's grimoire."

I hadn't expected Elijah to be the first with an idea, the first of the Mikaelsons to speak up, and though his words were soft, I heard them. "What?"

"Her lover was a werewolf," he said, and I realized that the answer should've been obvious. "If any such spell existed, she would've wanted to find it for him. If she found it, she would've kept it in her grimoire, which is one of the things we always travel with, even for short trips."

"It's downstairs, with Nik and Mother's coffins," Rebekah said, and she headed for the door at a human speed, even though we were all vampires here. It had probably become habit, since the twins sometimes freaked out at the sight of it all. "I'll go get it."

"Say there is a spell," Kol said, and he leaned forward, too, to give me a better view of him. I wouldn't protest that even on my worst day. "How do you plan to do it? And what makes you so certain that the werewolves will even listen to your request? What makes you so sure they won't take the rings and use them against us?"

I smirked a bit. "You think I'm just gonna bat my eyelashes? Come on. I'm not stupid. There's this thing called a failsafe. I let them use the rings to not turn at a full moon, and I happen to be really close with this guy who used to make these things called dark objects."

He knew. That was all I had to say because he knew what I was implying, what I wanted to do with each and every ring, and his grin grew wild. "Are you implying what I think you are?"

"What was it you told me about?" I asked. "This bracelet of obedience?"

He let out a breath, the excitement bubbling out of him so vibrantly that it was warming me up on the inside. "You think you can combine the two spells?"

"Right now, I think I can," I admitted. "I'll have to figure out a way to combine the two, but you know more about magic than anyone I've ever met. I'm sure you can help me."

"You have no idea how much I would love that."

I laughed. "I think I might. Doing both spells will be a powerful enough spell that this magic shouldn't make the rings explode, but this does sort of bring attention to a huge problem we have. We need more witches."

His eyes tightened. "We absolutely don't need more witches."

"Yes we do." I turned my body, to fully face him, and I tucked my legs beneath me. "What if this is the Ancestors? What if we have to fight this out until January? Even if I get rid of this magic, I can't do all of this by myself."

"Yes, and do you think any witches are just going to come to a war zone?" he asked. "Especially to help vampires?"

I took a deep breath and nodded. "Witches who aren't bound to the spirits might."

It was easy to forget that some people were in the room because they didn't speak up much. With Ayven and Oryn upstairs with the twins, everyone else was in the parlor or living room—whatever this room was supposed to be.

Shea pushed herself off the wall now, taking a few steps towards me. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm considered an abomination because of the nature of my magic," I said. "I'm not the only one out there."

"At this point, you actually are because the rest are dead," she said, emphasizing that word so it sunk in better. I . . . was the only siphon left . . . because I killed them all. "Remember? Siphons are exclusively Gemini."

They were dead, and I had to live with that, with all that I had done. Siphons were rare as it was, but they were dead.

Impossible things happened every day. Bonnie brought Jeremy back once, and there had been consequences, but was that the only way? Magic had done incredible things, so was there more than one way to bring back the dead?

If we could bring back some siphons to help, make them vampires we could compel . . . we would have witches that the spirits couldn't control.

Shea shook her head. "No. I see those gears turning. The only siphons out there that anyone knows about were the Heretics and my sociopathic cousin."

I gave her the best smile I could. "Right."

"And if you bring back the Heretics, they know more about what you're doing than you do!" she exclaimed. "You can't control them."

"I can compel them," I disagreed.

She rubbed her hands over her face. "Darcy, siphons can siphon compulsion away!"

My eyes widened. "What? Whoa. Okay, why haven't I heard about this?"

"When have you needed to get rid of compulsion?"

That was a fair point. Shea and Prisca had had a lot on their plates when we first met, helping me speed up the growth of the twins in the womb, and then after that, we had been working so hard to keep them safe. Until the Gemini were dead, we didn't get a chance to slow down.

After that, they both needed time to process. Maisyn and Prisca had gone off, trying to break the sire bond, and Shea and Sutton just spent time exploring the world. If I had any questions about what I was, what I could do, she was a phone call away, but things settled for a little while. It didn't matter much.

Life was good and happy, so when would I have needed to know about siphoning away compulsion?

I sighed. "Look, Shea, at this point, I'll take any suggestions. I'm kinda trying not to freak out here. You said the Heretics knew more about siphoning, but what about your cousin?"

She folded her arms over her chest. "He's a sociopath."

"And I'm a blood crazed lunatic," Kol reminded her, a rather large smile forming. "We don't judge here."

Shea's eyes tightened in Kol's direction for a few moments before she glanced back at me, letting out a sigh. "He doesn't know much about vampires. Joshua was afraid he might try and become one if he found out he retained and had full access to his magic that way, so I doubt he'd know he can siphon compulsion away. He'll figure it out anyways because he's smart, even if you can't tell by having a conversation with him."

I tapped my fingers against the couch around me, but for now, I decided to let it go. Yes, we did need more witches, but right now, this wasn't priority. We had to focus on making the place safe to walk around, which meant weakening the witches and getting more people on our side.

Everyone had made the choice to give up their magic to be able to protect the twins better, and we were now facing the consequences of that choice now. I had wondered if this day would come, and it was here.

The sound of heels coming up the stairs, down the hall to head back to the living room, I knew Rebekah was coming back, so I wasn't surprised to see her reenter the room. She held a very old grimoire in her hands, definitely worn with age and use, and she handed it to me without a word.

Kol took it from me and started scouring through it. I was the witch, but he was the one who knew way more about magic than anyone in the room could even hope to know. Shea was smart, and she had learned a lot, but she had nothing on Kol. She knew more about siphons and Gemini magic, but that was about it. Everything else? Kol had her beat by a landslide.

I had memorized the spell to make the daylight rings at this point, even though I had only done it once for Davina. Bonnie had made ours, though mine was no longer necessary, and we didn't go around turning people for fun.

As horrible as it was, daylight rings were kind of a privilege. If all vampires had them, there would be reason to do something about it, like make the spell no longer work? I didn't know if it was possible, but giving all vampires daylight rings just wasn't a good idea.

I guess, in theory, giving all werewolves moonlight rings—

I was ripped from my own thoughts by the same surge of voices, of noise, as I had experienced yesterday morning, when Jane-Anne had done a spell on Marcel. I hadn't quite figured out just what she was doing, but I had learned what this rush of everything was.

It was stronger this time, moving through my body and blurring my vision faster. Scattered images raced through my mind, and all I could see was Jane-Anne, surrounded by some witches. She was chanting something next to a pile of bones, and voices in my head were whispering consecration.

I didn't know what that was, what that meant, but Jane-Anne was trying to consecrate someone.

The world around me came back faster, and I was surprised to open my eyes and find Kol right next to me, holding me. I would never mind being this close to him, but there was so much fear clouding his eyes that even the smallest hint of warmth couldn't be found.

"They're consecrating someone," I said, but it was hard to catch my breath. "What the hell is that?"

"Consecrating?" Davina asked. "Who died?"

"It was just a pile of bones," I said, and my eyes moved over to her, towards her scrunched expression. "Whoever it was died a long time ago."

"They're consecrating a powerful witch," she murmured, and a line formed between her brows. "They need an Elder. Did something happen to Agnes?"

"Who?"

Davina cleared her throat. "She was an older woman, around fifty or so?"

I realized that Davina was thinking of someone specific, and the only witch that stuck out as an older woman amongst the crowd I had seen the night before was the one that would probably haunt me later in life. "Wore purple wraps around her head?"

She nodded. "That's her."

My eyes began burning, foretelling tears I didn't wanna shed right now. "Who did I kill?"

"You killed her?" Davina grinned, which was a bit unsettling. She hadn't been a vampire long, but I did underestimate how upset she was about what the witches had done to her and her friends. "That was their last Elder."

I was grateful for the distraction, something to help fight off the tears. "What?"

"To complete the Harvest, they need an Elder," she said. "If they're consecrating remains, that means they're trying to make another Elder. You have to stop them."

"How?"

"Call them out," she said. "Talk to them. Distract them."

"That's not happening!" Kol exclaimed, not giving anyone else a chance to agree to that—most specifically me, I imagined.

"He's right," Rebekah said. "That's absolutely mad."

The room was growing louder, and the world around me was fading. It was becoming too easy to sense this now, though it was definitely inconvenient. How often would this happen? Marcel used this when Davina had this power to sense any time the witches did a spell, but was it only when they did spells of the more complicated nature? Or was it just easier to ignore if they were simpler spells?

Could they overpower me by just doing a spell?

They were doing the same spell as before, but the world didn't fade quite like it had. I heard Jane-Anne's voice chanting, but I didn't see the room. All I could sense was that she was doing the same spell again, that it wasn't working.

"It didn't work," I said. "They're trying again."

Davina nodded. "They'll keep trying. They have to have a powerful witch for it to work. The one who consecrates the most powerful witch becomes an Elder."

"How do we ensure they don't find any powerful witches?" Marcel asked. "Because if they can't do the Harvest without an Elder, that's obviously the best course of action."

"I don't know if we can," Davina admitted. "There have been many powerful witches in our history, and all it's gonna take is them finding the one the Ancestors will accept."

I noticed the grimoire wasn't in Kol's hands anymore, and I imagined he had dropped it when I had become overcome with the magic the witches were using. He probably hadn't hesitated to grab onto me, and he didn't care who saw that.

With a sigh, I reached down to pick it up, and I glanced over at him, finding his stare already on me. "For now, I think we need to focus on the werewolves. Elder or not, they can't do the Harvest without this magic. Right now, we're at a huge disadvantage, and I'd like to change that."

He nodded and took the grimoire back from my hands, finding the place he had been at quickly. I wondered how many times he had looked through the grimoire, as he barely even stopped to see what spells were on each page. He knew what they were from a glance, though I doubted he memorized which spells were between the front and back covers.

Out of nowhere, somewhere close to the back of the grimoire, he stopped completely. Every muscle in my body tensed, the anticipation building, and one look around the room, I knew I wasn't the only one who noticed, who waited to hear what had caught his attention.

A smile slow grew on his lips, and his eyes drifted back to me. "Why would she have something about a black kyanite stone?"

Why was there a page about a ring without a spell inside?

I leaned over a bit, to get a better view of the grimoire, and I saw what he saw—a page that was beyond recognition. It was hard to say if someone had purposely blurred the contents, or if it had happened sometime over the centuries. There were only random things visible here and there, one spot being where the words black kyanite stone were written in the far corner of the page.

I moved closer, placing my fingers against the page to try and see if there was something more, but I could see it. The page that was destroyed was suddenly blocking my vision, clear as the sun was up in the sky. I could read the contents, hear the words being chanted in Esther's voice. I had only spoken with her briefly, but I would recognize that voice anywhere.

The world around me disappeared for just a few moments, just long enough for me to see Esther—her golden hair long down her back, dressed in the attire from at the turn of the millennium. She kept glancing over her shoulder, but she was with a man, a man with brown hair and familiar blue eyes that I had seen so many times. They had only recently become eyes that I wasn't afraid to see, and now they would remain closed for the next two decades, at least.

This was Klaus' real father, and Esther was giving him a ring with a black stone.

I stood to my feet the second the world came back, the light almost blinding, but I didn't care much about letting them adjust. I was simply fired up and ready to get started with this.

I knew it. The spell . . . it was echoing in my mind, and I could do it. I could repeat it over and over until it became almost instinct, which is what it would have to be in order to make all these rings for the werewolves of New Orleans.

Every eye was on me, with Kol's the most concerned for my well-being. I didn't know how much what had just happened looked like the witches' of New Orleans doing a spell, but it was something else entirely, something that didn't hurt and didn't bother me one bit.

It was answers.

"I know the spell."


A/N: And I'm back! Hopefully with more frequent updates, but life with a toddler is always an adventure. :)

I've been in a bit of a funk lately, but I sort of just realized that I have this story outlined to the end, so I can keep going through it. It's actually helped me get out of my funk, which is awesome. I've had chapter 12 halfway done for a long time now, and I'm finally finishing it. It's probably the dirtiest chapter in the series so far, but I'm having fun with it, so I hope you enjoy it when we get there too.

Sorry for rambling.

Read, review, and most importantly, enjoy. :)