Really, I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed. Especially since I wasn't at all confident with the last chapter. I still don't think it was very good, but I am deeply thankful to everyone who reviewed and mentioned what they liked. That was pure inspiration for me. And tainted-angel, I hope whatever tragedy befell you, that this chapter helps make it hurt worse. And that you're doing better, in general. This chapter, I felt like I got my voice back. Hopefully. Anywho, as always, enjoy!

Chapter 10 – What Lies Beneath

The following hours after my encounter with the God of Mischief found me experiencing a mix of hyperactive dread and exhaustive wonder within the protected confines of my apartment. Of course I'll explain to you just exactly what my brain was chugging tiredly through.

Firstly, there was the Loki situation. Which really, I just wanted to shove out of mind like I did with Thor. His words were spoken out of a bruised pride at not getting what he wanted. Simple as that.

But upon finally convincing myself of this, I discovered to my dismay that I couldn't possibly keep out both brothers at the same time. As soon as Loki's kiss vanished, Thor's sprung right back at me, assaulting every logical point I attempted to make.

And that was disheartening.

I unintentionally messed up their reconsolidation in a horrible manner. Where my intention was to heal their rift, I instead opened up just another wound for them to argue over. Who held the right to pry for my attentions just because I'd been so dismissive toward both of them.

Absurd, really.

Or so I told myself.

Secondly, and far more importantly, was what occurred after my channeling of anger.

And as this thought sunk in, I flung myself back onto the living room sofa, wanting to never move again. Emotionally and physically, I was spent from the day.

One hand twitched, ready to grab the lock responsible for my wonder, but I urged it back down. Touching it would solve nothing.

"Please, talk to me. I need to know what this means."

But the universe remained mute.

Biting down on an index finger, a discontented sigh rumbled out of me.

Not only did I display one more countless oddity for Loki's calculating eyes, but to my own realm as well. Quite simply put, Queens did not lose their cool, especially not to the degree I had. I don't think even Eramus would be able to properly recall such a time of unfathomable rage.

At this, I couldn't help but frown.

Was this a punishment because I was allowing the anger to stay brewed inside? Was this the universe's way of keeping me in line so I wouldn't turn to such a weak emotion again?

Because I knew very well what anger led to. One only had to observe Loki and Thor's feud.

Not going to think about it. Good grief, maybe I should have killed Loki. Certainly would have saved a shitload of trouble.

As soon as the thought entered, I cringed. The last thing I really wanted was him dead. Not when the potential for salvation inside him was so clear.

My heart clenched at this, wondering what the days were like for him. Schemes. Then perhaps guilt, overruled by self-hatred. More schemes. Hatred toward his brother. Wondering the worth of people around him. Scolding the human race. More scheming.

"And he doesn't even realize how great he could have it," I voiced to my empty apartment, awed at the thought.

This never ceased to amaze me. How quickly I was able to forgive him, especially when he treated me with the cruelest form of courtesy.

Why is that?

Another sigh raced out of me, this one far less distinguishable.

Let's not think about it, alright? Just let fate take its course and see what happens between the Asgardians.

I raised one hand before me, studying my palm.

And what about me? What the hell is happening to make me release such staggering bouts of energy?

"PLEASE, don't abandon me. I don't know what I did, but I'm sorry. Whatever is happening…I'm-."

I paused at this, battling down the shakes ready to consume me.

"-scared."

The word felt so foreign to even think.

Then again, having a loss of control with so much power at stake, through such a weak emotion as anger, suddenly made it seem plausible.

I need to make sure I can control it. Which means I've got to stop indulging into anger, even if it feels natural or is acceptable on this realm.

Minutes later, and I was out deep, hoping my muddled thoughts wouldn't follow me into slumber.

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The next day greeted my ears with two thunderous knocks against my front door. Lovely noise to wake up to, by the way.

Anyway, my first visitor was someone I had to fight the urge to immediately slam the door on.

"What in the German hell happened out here?"

I tried smiling, but the landlady only snarled at me. Yes, I am not being dramatic. A full on snarl.

I want to explain quickly that no matter how furious the landlady got with me in the seven or so months I'd taken residence in her abode, I never blamed her for any of the fits of rage she unleashed. And I'll get to the reason why.

Otherwise, know that Mrs. Pendergrass was quickly approaching 77 years of age, and while she appeared thin and dainty, her demonic voice tarnished all thoughts of implying she was the type of woman to bake her grandchildren cookies or wave at the new neighbors.

When she got angry, eyes squinted like an insect, lips drawn back in the world's fiercest sneer, and dentures seemingly ready to shatter from the grinding her teeth participated in, it was not uncommon for a person to consider moving out as soon as possible.

I didn't blame her for the short temper she seemed possessed by because I understood she did not have a great life to begin with. This observation was made only because I did something other residents didn't. Although she yelled and threatened and growled, Mrs. Pendergrass also had an inkling to mention her two eldest brothers and alcoholic father when in a fit of rage. And I listened to her remarks carefully.

Both of her brothers were killed in World War II when she was just eight years old. One in Europe and the other in Asia.

Upon the deaths, Mrs. Pendergrass, which sounds weird saying because I find it difficult to envision her as a little girl, had no one to protect her from her father's beatings. Before they were drafted, the brothers simultaneously took this oath of protection after their mother's death.

So, she grew up bearing the bruises of physical abuse as well as emotional. And somewhere down the road, although I couldn't exactly be sure about it, I think she simply lost faith in kindness and became blind to the good in others.

Equipped with all of this information, which she didn't divulge into, but I could read in between the lines from, kept open my sympathies to her. Because yes, upon arriving to Earth, I enjoyed the people immensely due to how unique they all were.

But she reminded me rather soberly of why I looked beyond the hostile actions and words of beings. There was a story for everyone. Desires that lay beneath the chipped anger wallowing in a being's soul. An unquenchable need to just be loved.

"Are you brain dead? What the hell happened?"

Bursting out of my reverie, I followed her bony finger pointing to the smashed wall Loki had hung out in for a short while.

"I-."

"It's my fault."

My gaze traveled to the source of the voice.

"Patterson?" Mrs. Pendergrass mumbled, eyes scanning him in disbelief. "I can understand this one here, but you? You're one of my best tenants."

Jonathan shrugged sheepishly, throwing her a puppy dog grin.

Now that was just not fair.

"I can help pay for it," he offered, taking a step forward.

Something in Mrs. Pendergrass softened.

Curiously, I observed her gaze and realized for the first time why exactly she was so kind hearted to Jonathan. Always has been. He could have murdered someone and she'd simply brush off the action with a wave of a hand.

In my head, however, I think I deciphered her actions as this.

Jonathan reminded her of one of her brothers. Or perhaps both.

And I can't guarantee this was the truth, but the look on her face - eyes wide and solemn, lips set in a half smile, and body leaning forward - served to show that she cherished him far above just a typical landlady-tenant relationship.

"Don't you worry about it," she finally answered, voice considerably softer. "This place is falling apart anyway. Too many earthquakes in the 80's have messed with the structure. State of California has plans for this sort of thing. I'll call them today."

"That'd be wonderful. Thanks again."

Mrs. Pendergrass nodded sweetly, before resting her eyes on me. Immediately, her happiness subsided.

"And you, young lady. Tell whoever the hell is climbing up to your window, that if he does it again, I'll have the firing squad on his ass so fast he'll be pissing out bullets for the next decade."

Attempting to cover my grin, I dipped my head down.

"Won't happen again," I promised.

Seconds later, the elderly woman hobbled out of the hallway, muttering about crazy people.

Releasing a relieved breath, I found Jonathan's eyes.

"You didn't have to."

"Did you have a better explanation?"

At his pointed smirk, I nearly rolled my eyes.

"No, I didn't."

"Plus, she loves me. Always gives me an extra week to pay rent."

Again, not fair. But who was I to argue with an elderly woman's love?

"Thank you again," I mentioned, scratching at the back of my head. "Honestly, I don't know what I'd do without you sometimes."

Jonathan offered me a grin, but glanced down at his feet soon after.

"I was actually on my way over to your place. Do you want to go get something to eat?"

His question dissolved the smile I'd been sporting.

When things were less complicated, I might have been able to handle this. But not now. Not after the sex and the dueling brothers I've got on my plate.

Unfortunately, at this point, all I could recall was Jonathan defending my honor in front of Loki. Who could have easily killed him.

Would have, if I hadn't begged otherwise.

"I know it doesn't seem like it," I began, "but I have a whole lot of business in my life right now. Business that I have got to get solved or else…things could get very bad."

Try end-of-the-world type of bad.

Jonathan nodded as if he understood, but I could tell I'd disappointed him.

"I understand."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah…you kind of made it obvious yesterday."

At my confused stare, he continued.

"You're still in love with your ex. I get it."

The laugh flew out of me before I had the chance to contain it.

"Me…in love with Lo-…Lyle? That's ridiculous!"

This time, Jonathan's lips turned sly.

"I've never met another girl, and don't think I will, who takes care of their ex even after they've assaulted them out of anger. I watched you clean up his blood and I'm telling you, you're still in love with him."

I had to bite down on telling him that I never loved Loki in the first place.

"Jonathan…I assure you this personally. Lyle and I will never be together again. He's repugnant."

"Hmm…then is it the blond one?"

"Blond one?"

"Yeah…the superhero. Thor is his name. Helped save New York."

"Heck no! We're just friends."

My neighbor guffawed at this, crossing his arms.

"When I tell you you're an enigma, I mean no disrespect. But how can you not tell the way they both look at y-."

"Stop!" I interrupted, heart hammering against my ribs. "Jonathan, I am telling you now that there is nothing, I repeat, NOTHING, going on between me and Thor or me and Lyle. I am single. I will remain single. Besides…they're not even my type."

Wrong. They're both actually very experienced kissers.

I growled at this thought, but masked it with a frown to avoid Jonathan's suspicious stare.

"Alright," he admitted, raising his arms in defeat.

But a grin still tugged at his lips, and for some reason, a superfluous amount of tingles rumbled inside my tummy.

"So," I deduced, studying him with wide eyes, "you and Mrs. Pendergrass-."

"Stop! I've got your point," Jonathan laughed.

"I thought that might do it."

A few seconds later and I watched him throwing glances over his shoulder.

"Just to make this clear…you and me…we're never going to be a thing, are we?"

I contained my sigh and my grimace, but the guilt wasn't so easily sustainable. Here stood a man whom I'd engaged with sexually and he didn't remember. But even if he did, I couldn't be sure I'd want a repeat performance. Which made me feel even worse for not having enjoyed what happened and dismissing him just because he didn't perform. Love wasn't merited solely on sex.

Something which I actually didn't like on Earth. Advertisements and the social media gave off the impression that sex equaled love or vice versa, and in some way, this would lead to acceptance.

On my realm, no matter how dull the people or tightly wound, when one found an individual to suit their sexual and emotional needs, they loved that person with all of their being. And that mattered above all else.

Which reminded me why exactly I couldn't partake in love of any form while on Earth. I wasn't from the realm, nor did I intend to stay indefinitely. And my heritage as well as position, couldn't be cast aside or exposed.

Perhaps that's why so few Queens traveled to Earth. Because the glorious freedom of following your heart, was far too tempting.

"You are such a beautiful man," I told him, making sure he saw the honesty in my eyes. "And whatever woman sees you for that, will ultimately be the one for you. Because you deserve that, Jonathan. So, so much."

My neighbor tensed, then relaxed, pondering over the words.

"Do me a favor?" he finally asked.

"What's that?"

Breathing in, he risked a step toward me, brown eyes scanning me carefully.

"Remember that you're just as deserving of that love," he said. "Even if you don't see it."

Just for the sake of keeping his words from being said in vain, I nodded my head. Although internally, I knew I couldn't keep that promise.

When I had unleashed on Loki and declared myself a lonely creature, observing time and space, war and peace, able to reach out, but never indulge, I hadn't been lying. These disappointments perhaps had been buried while my first three years as Queen passed by, but upon realizing them on Earth, I knew them to be irreversibly true.

And even if in less than two years, I moved the honor on to another Queen, I was still stuck with the same knowledge. I had to be sheltered from the other realm's eyes. Invisible. Unheard. Thought to never have existed in the first place.

That hurt more than I could admit.

"Are you alright?"

Scrambling for a smile, I met Jonathan's eyes with a polite detachment.

"Absolutely. Thank you, again. It seems like I'll never be able to stop thanking you."

"Keep my promise and one day, you won't have to."

And after that, time seemed to speed by unnaturally fast, even though I knew that day to be just the same as the day before, or the coming day tomorrow.

I guess it was the emotion of releasing a potential shot at happiness, which really darkened my mood. And depressed me at how greedy I felt about wanting to be loved. That wasn't a particularly attractive trait in a Queen.

Haven't I been ranting to Loki about every being wanting to be loved? It's ignorant to think I'm expelled from that same notion. Just because I hide it better, doesn't mean I crave it any less.

For the next few hours, I worked through these emotions by nursing a glass of vodka. Normally, I didn't prefer alcoholic beverages. They impaired my ability to think, something I prided myself in very much, and blinded my eyes to the beauty around me.

But at that moment, nothing sounded more refreshing.

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When the second thunderous knock sounded against my door, I was in the process of stepping out of the shower.

Still a bit dizzy from the alcohol I'd put away, I couldn't deny the safeness entrapping me. My entire body felt warm and fuzzy, as if I'd unknowingly swallowed a sun. Which might be a bit much to compare to, but did not cease to slander my point.

I think I finally understand why there are more brands of alcohol than diapers.

The knock continued even when I was fully clothed, and for a moment, I wasn't sure if I wanted to answer the door. Although my dismal mood had departed, I really didn't want to come into contact with anyone who would bring it back.

However, when the knocking ceased to quit after ten minutes, I gave up on the hiding myself away policy.

Upon opening the door, I had to bite down on my lips to keep from laughing.

Thor stood at the other end, but a great distance away from the entryway. His eyes studied it cautiously, and one hand was extended as if it was feeling around for the force field.

"Don't worry about it," I assured him, finding it hard to think his actions weren't adorable. "It's only if you try to enter, that the real hurt will begin."

The blond nodded, venturing a step forward.

"Am I to assume this protective force helped keep away my brother?"

With a smirk, I pointed to the wall behind him.

Thor turned, and then disguised his laugh for a cough.

"He always does love a challenge."

"Should I be keeping score then? Hallway wall – 1. Your brother – 0."

"I would be more apt to give the credit to you," he admitted, facing me once more.

"It was nothing," I said. "Just a bit of hocus pocus. I love that expression. Hocus pocus. Why don't we ever have silly phrases like that?"

"It is not common where you are from?"

"No. I have a whole bunch of new customs to introduce, then. How about you?"

"Considering this hocus pocus is actually magic on our realm, I don't believe the term would be well appreciated."

"I'd appreciate it for you."

"I have no doubts you would."

Our eyes met, and I could tell there was a bottom line to the reason he was here.

Just as well, I also noted Clint's words to be true. Slight bruising reaching beneath his jaw line or scraping up near his temples, littered the God's features.

"I've heard from Clint that you and Loki have been chatting," I observed.

"We have," Thor agreed. "Far more verbal this time, than physical. I came today to see if you were alright. It appeared as if my last words to Loki had…angered him."

"Don't worry, my defenses kept me relatively safe. Although, I may have bruised his pride a bit."

At Thor's inquisitive look, I realized I'd have to recount the tale. If anyone understood the trickster's actions, it'd be his brother.

"He kissed you?" he questioned in surprise, minutes later.

"Yes. But I'm asserting the action toward stress and this catfight you two seem to be having over who gets the right to say they've gotten it on with me."

One of Thor's eyebrows flew up.

"Another Earth phrase," I explained. "Basically, it translates to who's gotten the most intimacy with me. While I understand this is just another thing brother's fight over, I will be intensely relieved when I'm not in the crossfire anymore."

The blond didn't say anything for a moment.

"I am troubled."

"About what?"

Again, Thor hesitated before going on.

"Your worth to my brother."

I sighed at this.

"I'm a source of instigation. Haven't you been paying attention? Loki was able to get a rise out of you by pretending to have sex with me. And will probably brag about kissing me the next time you two meet. This is the role I serve for him."

"You seem convinced of this."

"I am. He's never given me a reason to think otherwise."

"I did not think he was capable of betraying our family. You have got to understand, Lucy, that he rarely divulges his true feelings."

"I understand that, Thor. But I have done nothing to garner affection from him."

This last part was said with a sense of frustration.

"So if your purpose is to serve as an instigation for my feelings, how do you propose I battle off his attacks?"

"Stop being so attached to me."

"You make it sound simple."

"It is."

Immediately, I regretted the carefree way in which I said the words.

Thor's body tensed up, and for a second, I thought he would repeat his brother's actions in attempting to enter my apartment.

"Do not assume your own worth so low. You have little comprehension of your effect on people."

Despite the entire day I spent of battling off the magnetism between Thor, Loki, and myself, the words seemed to wash all of that hard work away.

They were sweet and spoken with a sense of longing.

I have no right to chastise Thor for speaking his mind, even if he doesn't exactly understand why such a relationship wouldn't work.

"I'm sorry. That was rude of me."

"Don't apologize."

"Okay. I'm not sorry. That was totally not rude of me."

A defiant grin pressed over his lips.

"You would get along well with Stark."

His words made me release a shrug, but when the God's eyes flickered over my features, I felt a creeping suspicion race through me.

Did he want a reaction from his words?

"Thor," I began delicately, "answer my next question with a yes or no."

"Of course."

Nodding, I knotted my brows together, wondering how to word my question.

"Does S.H.I.E.L.D. want me to work for them?"

To Thor's credit, he didn't even lie before replying.

"It was…discussed. More recently, I have been given the task of negotiating the idea. I have attempted to keep off the confrontation as long as possible. You value your privacy heftily. But interest from the organization still shadows you. They want to know your secrets. I think more importantly, they want your ability to negotiate with foreign visitors."

The information surprised me. They weren't even aware of my potential and they already wanted me. No better way to make a woman feel loved.

"Was Clint aware of this?"

"Yes."

"Explains why he's been so chummy toward me," I muttered, displeased at the thought of him chatting with me just because he wanted me to join S.H.I.E.L.D.

"He cares for you greatly," Thor remarked. "In fact, he supported the notion of giving you privacy."

"Funny way of showing it," I answered, remembering the nimble man's climb to my window. "Tell your director that I'm honored with the opportunity, but I respectfully decline. My stay on this realm isn't meant to be permanent. In fact, I was only supposed to stay until-."

I glanced away at this point, remembering Thor had no idea that I'd provided the clues for Jane Foster to rebuild the bridge.

"-anyway, I'm not staying here for much longer, I hope. So, the deal wouldn't quite work out."

I tried to seem apologetic, but the thought of working for S.H.I.E.L.D. actually ignited mixed feelings ranging back to the discussion I had with Thor about the ethics of defense. What rightfully warranted an individual to fight?

Thor seemed to be following my train of thought.

"I will explain all of this to Fury."

"You're going to tell a guy named Fury that I said no to his request?"

"Rarely is he what his name implies," Thor mentioned, smiling at the thought.

"What about you, then? Still trying to get through to Loki?"

"Yes. Although stubborn, I see more of my brother each time we meet. In small instances, but he is there."

"I suggest keeping me out of the conversation. I hate that I'm just another thing driving you two apart."

"Often, it is the mentioning of you which begins our conversations. I do not think you are as useless of a being as you claim to be."

For some reason, I found this amusing. Trouble was, I couldn't figure out why.

"If you need any of my help, tell me," I offered. "Remember, I want you two to be healed of all animosities."

"That may take time."

"I've got that."

Internally, however, I cringed at Thor's admission. I had my realm to attend to, duties to perform, and my people to reassure. Time wasn't something I had a particular abundance of.

Of course I didn't mention this. With the guilt weighing down on me already, I felt it unfair to desert either brother when they were in the works of reconciling.

"Thank you, Lucy. You are a great friend to me. At first, I could not think of one good reason you took my weapon. Being without it felt…empty. But in turn, I got Loki's attention. And when we are truly separated from that which makes us bitter enemies, I feel that is when the healing can begin."

Before I realized I was doing it, my feet stepped out of the apartment. Without hesitating, I wrapped my arms around Thor's muscular frame, astonished and deeply touched at his words.

They were everything a Queen longed to hear. That her actions were making some sort of impact on a person. A good one.

And this only made me hug the God tighter, relishing in the hidden intelligence he displayed. In fact, I almost couldn't wait for their feud to be over just so he could go back to Asgard as its king and rule the realm with his newfound wisdom.

Almost instantly, Thor's large hands wrapped around me, pulling me warmly into his body. Together, it felt far more intimate than perhaps even the kiss we'd shared.

Which I just had to remember then. Honestly, I had a horrible case of remembering the most inappropriate thoughts at the most inconvenient of times.

Only when I forced these thoughts to submerge, did I finally begin a battle of composing myself.

Unfortunately, Thor appeared to enjoy hugs more than I realized.

I poked him softly on one bicep, tried taking a step back, even shifted in place, but Thor's arms remained trapped around me, head resting above my shoulder.

"You smell incredibly pleasant," he mumbled into my ear.

Instantly, those traitorous shivers made an arrival.

"In order to continue smelling this way, I have to continue breathing oxygen. Which you are slowly depriving me of."

Slowly, Thor released his hold on me, and although I knew it for the better, I still couldn't deny how nice it was to have shared the contact.

"I expect news on your progress with Loki," I informed him, attempting to sound stern. Really, I was still a bit breathless at the hug, and not because of the lack of oxygen.

"Of course."

With those words, I felt as if we were both dismissing a lot of persistent topics regarding our relationship. But Thor was far too much of a gentleman to bring them up.

If only-.

I stopped myself before the thought could be completed.

"Have a good night, God of Thunder," I said, slowly backing into my apartment.

"You as well, Lucy."

And that was the last I heard of him for a full week. That is, until everything changed.

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When the knock came, I was fully immersed with deciding which soup I wanted for dinner. The entire day had been uneventful, but I had finished two books so I suppose that was an achievement of its own.

The entire week, in fact, made me feel a bit useless. And antsy. I felt like I was sitting around on my butt, doing nothing.

Worse yet, if the council was watching me, which I assumed they were, it would have been a perfect time for Mettelicius to point out my lack of dedication for the realm and my position as Queen.

Thinking of that, seemed to only make it worse.

However, my big question of the evening was: Chicken Noodle or Cream of Potato.

The smacking of knuckles against glass, prevented a choice.

Swiftly, I navigated to the living room, and smiled at Clint's form perched outside. I didn't give any thought to the expression on his face until he practically dove into my living space.

"You have to come with me."

The words were said in a rush, and a step toward me only helped make Clint all the more serious.

A drop of dread fled down my spine, and straightaway, I forgot all thoughts of dinner.

"What's happened?"

"Loki."

At first, my heart clenched because I thought he was implying the God was dead.

But Clint's next words were far worse.

"I don't know exactly what Thor said to piss him off so bad, but he's got another army in downtown right now. We cleared the civilians, told the police to stay back, but…I have a feeling this isn't going to end well. His army…they don't exactly look like the negotiable type."

"Do you know what they are?" I quickly asked, immediately feeling my fingers twitch as the universe silently granted me its abilities.

"Before Thor told me to get you, he wanted you to know they were from…musspellhime?"

"Muspelheim," I corrected, frowning. "Realm of the demons."

"Demons? You've got to be kidding me."

"You said they're strong in numbers?"

Clint hesitated briefly.

"There's enough of them to easily overrun Los Angeles. Only when Loki wouldn't listen to Thor's pleads, did he tell me to get you."

"Then let's go."

Before I could move, Clint wrapped a hand around my wrist. He made sure to catch my eyes first before voicing his thoughts. Which made me realize the situation was far more dire than just a bunch of Frost Giants looking to be mercenaries.

"We wouldn't have bothered you if we didn't believe you couldn't be protected. You'll have me, Thor, and Stark monitoring any one of those things that tries getting near you. Also, you're not just negotiating with one enemy this time. It appears as if Loki's been holding on to this plan for awhile, ready for the right moment to strike. Don't be discouraged if you can't reach him. He's insane."

My lips twitched up against my will.

"The problem, Clint, is that Loki is very much sane. And he still plans on demolishing Earth. That is the scary part. And don't think just because I haven't displayed my strengths, I'm weak. I'll be able to hold more ground than you could possibly imagine."

When all he did was stare, I feared I'd said something to make him mad.

Two seconds later, and I was the recipient of a very powerful hug.

"I swear," he muttered, bringing his lips near my ear, "if you make my days boring again, I'll resurrect you just to kill you again."

I laughed, really feeling helpless with all of the alarm coursing through me.

"I promise."

And this time, I meant to keep it.

Minutes later, and we were hopping off the fire escape.

Sorry, Mrs. Pendergrass.

I can almost guarantee the next chapter will be long. Shit's going to go down since I've kept our characters a tad bit complacent. Can't say it will all be good shit. But what is good shit anyway? Let me know your thoughts in a review!