Chapter 19- "Back Up Plans, And Deals"

"Noo!" Sirius boomed, and Blake mouth let out a startled groan.

The arrow had missed me by feet- how could Blake aim in the dark?- but the spear hit him directly in the abdomen. There was a terrible, tearing sound and I watched with wide eyes as his mouth that had dropped open in shock- his green eyes rounder the I've ever seen them. Blood gushed from the spear, his hands shook- his whole body trembled- the bow and arrows clattering to the floor.

It happned almost in like slow motion as he stared at me- his body teetering on his unsteady feet- for then he fell, backwards.

I couldn't breath for a second, not until that ever telling cannon shot echoed around me and my eyes snapped not the horrified face of Blake- but to Sirius.

He was howling in outrage though, hovering around the body. His hands tore slightly at his hair. He let out a furious keening noise, that made me cringe.

"Sirius!" I shout- above his noise and his face snaps to me- twisted in anger.

"Sirius! Listen, he's lied to you- about a lot of things. Please just hear me out now..."

But then he stood, in jerky, rage-like movements. "You listen to me!" He cried and then I have no chance to even move a muscle before he seized me by my upper arm and ripped me towards him.

His vicious, snarling face was within an inch of mine- and it was so ugly, so torn- his hot breath fanning over my face... only increased my fear.

"You listen to me." He repeats then... "That boy of yours- Caleb!- that lying, cheating prisoner and rebel! Blake- Yes, I know his real name!- Blake told me everything. From you betraying the rebels to helping Caleb escape his prison from time to time. He told me about your abandoned factory in our District- and how you learned there to use weapons.. by Caleb!"

I was gaping, my mouth literally hit the floor. I couldn't breath for a whole minute, his face no longer terrified me- no not him at all- but his words! That he yelled so loudly...

"Did you eve stop to think... wait? Where did he know how to use this stuff? How was he just so damn smart? To escape the prison, to trick others, to steal food, to-"

"No I didn't!" I suddenly roared, ripping out of his grasp. "Caleb is nothing, but a good person Sirius!"

Sirius gave a harsh bark of laughter. "You wish! Did you know..." His voice was like he was mocking me. "That Blake was trying to help you? Even now?"

I sneered in the dark. "Is that what he told you?"

"No, he told me the plan!" Another pause. "He told me the truth."

I huffed in frustration, he just wasn't getting it... Plus I can not even possibly allow myself to think about how the Capitol is listening to all this... I pray- with every fiber of my being that Caleb is not sot out. Or at least he gets to hide himself first- Fray was with him... right?

"What truth?" I scoffed, and then he grabbed my hand in a gentle hold- tugging my close again.

"That Caleb is not completely honest with you." He whispered, and I chilled at his soft words.

"Caleb wouldn't hide things from m-"

"Think again." Sirius hissed, his hand tightening sightly. "Caleb isn't who he says he is."

"Of course he is!" I snarled. "I've know Caleb for years!"

"Yet, you knew not about a... brother?" He retort and efficiently shut me up. His hand ran lightly up my forearm. "Caleb has no brother, Keera. Never."

That is not true! It cannot be, Blake had-had... well he didn't have Caleb's face- nor the eyes- the hair was way lighter- his body was thicker and shorter type... but- but...

"It's not true." I murmur, though not very strongly.

Sirius looks down at me and then I felt a hand smack across my face. Tears sprang to my eyes as the searing pain of it hit me and I gasped as he then shoved me by the shoulders- sprawling me across the floor.

I looked up at his angry face. "Sirius! He's lying, Caleb is good! They are brothers!" I shout, not caring any more to hide Caleb from the Capitols ears.

He shook his head. "Keera... When you saw them together, did they look the brotherly sort?"

I remembered the only time I had seen the two in the same room... and I recalled that they were bickering, they were glaring, Caleb had given him a black eye...

"That's not the same!" I hiss, and then Sirius kicks me- hard- in the gut.

I squeak, curling around my stomach, as he snarls. "I can't believe I ever wanted to protect someone as stupid as you." Then he reached for his belt, his hand clasped over a knife and my heart was sent into a panic.

My head whipped around looking for a defense. And then they landed on the dropped bow and arrows that lay just a foot away- next to Blake's still body.

I snatched them silently, since he could not see the movement and I forced myself to sit up- as he slowly lowered to his knees- I lifted the bow and then I realized in horror...

I can not use a bow and arrow... not with one arm.

Sirius slammed a fist across the side of my face- and I shouted, falling back again, clutching the bow to my chest.

"No fight?" He teased, and his knife came swishing down through the air- but then clanked against the stone floor, just an inch from my body. He laughed, having seen the terror in my face.

I bit my lip and I stared up at him. Where was the Eric in him? I could not see it anymore...

Then he slapped me so hard across my cheeks I burst into a sob, and my face felt instantly bruised.

"Well!" He exclaimed, and the knife ran swiftly down my side- cutting my shirt.

I clutched to the bow my heart hammering, my face aching and throbbing. But then- thinking fast- or not thinking at all I dropped it and I tore the bandages from my arm- I viciously pulled the sling off and then my arm- screeching against the movement let alone its use I loaded the bow.

The agony of it sent bright spots into my vision, the pain of forcing myself to use the arm- the oh, I could not even breath as I let the arrow fly, directly through his chest.

A cry of shock came from him and he dropped the knife, straightening on his knees. His hand clutched the very end of the arrow- the only part sticking out, it was too deep to pull out- but blood came, slowly running down his chest.

When his- those hideous excuses for eyes- looked down at me, I suddenly realized what I've done.

I killed him! Sirius! Eric's brother...

I gave a strangled cry- and tossed the bow aside- my useless, ravaged arm hanging at my side- I clutched his shoulder just as he would have fallen, and it was a great effort to hold his weight up.

"Sirius!" I shout, tears coming to my eyes. "I-I'm so sorry... I-"

Then he smiled, oh so lightly, and somehow managed to lean forward and kiss my cheek before taking a shuttering breath and his lips trembled as he whispered. "This... was the back up plan." Then he died – he fell limp in my arm and he pulled me down with him as I could no longer hold him up.

I stared down into his still, twisted face as a cannon shot echoed around me. What did he mean?

Him dying was the back up plan? He had egged me on to do it... but not until- I froze, my blood running cold.

Not before he told the Capitol about Caleb.

"She will be dead either way." Blake had said and true, I would be... the president would not like this.

I run back to Luke as soon as I can bare moving again, my arm still sending pangs of nerve grinding pain through my body, ever few minutes. I had got up slowly from over Sirius body- picked up to the bow and tossed it over my back.

Thinking about just what would happen to Caleb now... Blake had wanted this anyway. There was no first plan I think- he just wanted to endanger both me and Caleb and he has.

I could not stop crying though, for Sirius, as I walked with my feet dragging. I sobbed. I sobbed almost hysterically- a hand touching the place where his cold lips had touched my cheek.

I killed them, both with my hands with just blood and bitterness. That's all. Nothing planned nothing that would lay the blame of this on someone else.

I guess that is what I do- destroy things and then manipulate it until someone else is to blame.

Like last year when Ceasar had said something about me thinking dangerously, about sending the place around them in shambles. But the sad thing is... I could have. If I wanted to- It could have happened.

My specialty... destroying things.

I sigh sadly as I reach a small tunnel and slipped down it. There was blood covering my body-my limbs- it was cooler now, but it still suffocated me in its own way.

Luke spotted me in seconds shouting my name that I just didn't want to hear. He was sitting over Gina, petting his hair back from her forehead softly.

I came to him and he stood but I shook my head and fell across the blanket, he said something about hearing the two cannon shots, but I closed my eyes- laying on my stomach. I gave way to my tears and he fell silent.

I sobbed into the sleeping bags- and Luke began pacing- waiting patiently as I got lost to the pain.

I fell asleep soon later- exhausted emotionally and my arm having paid a big toll on my body.

I woke up- bandaged- yet sitting in the more or less same place. There was food next to me and Luke was no where to be found. I ate the food- scarfing it down and then I wanted something to drink.

I wondered over to the lakes edge- sleepily- and as I sat on my knees at the ledge I noticed how unbearably bright it was down here.

And I realized I still wore the glasses- I raised a hand to take them off- but then I saw something...

The crystals that have always caught my eyes- that drew me in... they were a strange color now, a gray, smokey black. I narrowed my eyes, suddenly forgetting my thirst, and crawled towards one, that was encrusted in the ground.

I sat above it- staring- and then I took off the glasses, blinked and it was a blue-sapphire one, then I put them back on and it was the blacker one.

They gave off a strange glow, and yet I felt a breathless need to touch it.

Without thinking I lifted a hand and placed it across the crystal.

….

Fray stared at the men sanding in his doorway- his face going white, his lips pressed firmly together as he stood in the frame, trying to block their view of his house.

The men's faces were tight, professional, and down right brutal to Fray and he gritted his teeth behind those thin lips. "Is there something you need?" He hisses out.

The commander of the men, the biggest most strict looking of them, in the front gives him a look. Holding up an official looking paper, he grunts. "The boy, prisoner- Caleb- he has been spotted near here. We know you hide him for your tribute, give him over peacefully and the president promises you no redemption."

The deal was a sweet one and Fray would be insane not to take it- he opened his mouth though with all intent on refusing it- denying Caleb's existence. He had promised Keera to do everything for the boy and the boy was too... Fray couldn't place an exact word to it- but he could not betray the boy.

"I know no-"

"I'm here." Caleb said, emerging behind Fray and placing an almost brotherly-son like hand onto Fray's shoulder as he pushed him aside. He looked blankly at the commander and offered his wrists for chains- but the man only grasped him by the back of his shirt- ripping Caleb into the hall.

Fray stared helplessly. "Caleb." He hissed, but was shushed by the boy. Who looked like he had no fear- nothing.

"Stay." Caleb says. "Tell her I love her."

Fray flushed in the face- going red- but not from embarrassment, but in anger for the guards that now began shoving the boy down the hall. He watched until they were completely out of sight- his hands shaking unsteadily. He was angry, yet ashamed of his government.

The unfairness of it! How could Caleb do that? But Fray knew Caleb was just protecting him- taking the deal that Fray had decided he wouldn't take. Caleb wasn't the type to take things down with him- no he didn't take anything down, never. He didn't destroy things, he was patient -he changed things.

He would spend a hundred years convincing something to change and be good- rather then spending five minutes to just destroy it and get it out of the way.

Fray sighed sadly and slowly he turned away- closing the door- and then in turning his back from that direction... he was officially turning against his own government.

….

Luke came back. Mhm. He was looking very sad- pouting.

And as he came over to me- sprawled on my stomach across the blankets again- he sat heavily in front of me. My hands were tangling together- my mangled fingers at odd angles that I found intriguing.

"Did you take off the new bandages I put on you?" Luke asked, sounding confused and odd at that.

I glanced up at him- grinning. "It doesn't hurt anymore."

I raised my hand over my head to prove it and I wriggled it around. His eyebrows knit together.

"How?" He says, scooting closer and pulling me up in the sitting position and taking it into gentle hands- examining it. "It still looks awful! I should have-"

I can't help it, but I laugh.

He looks abhorred by my merriment, snapping his face up to mine, and it only makes the giggling worse. I clasp my free hand over my splitting grin as I lean forward over my crossed legs. Luke has a expression that clearly tells me he thinks I've lost my mind, but as my chest continues to shake with laughter I take my hand from his and grab one of his shoulders.

My now humorously sparked eyes stare up into his wide, wild looking ones. "I-I'm sorry." I hiccup. "Bu-But are you always like this?"

"Like what?" He says, an eyebrow hiking up to his hair line- an odd, concerned look in his face.

"This!" I exclaim, waving a hand in his direction- another laugh escaping my mouth. "All this self-hate, sad faced, why-can't-I-just-save-everyone business that y-you have!"

The concern definitely fell away now, only to be replaced with a defiant, defensive look. "Well sorry I'm not cackling like some phyco path. I'll make sure next time someone dies to get right on that." His arms crossed over his chest again, and he lifts his chin a bit stubbornly.

I grin at him, but now that I think about it my head feels a bit light. "Are you in-insinuating I've a head injury?"

"Yes!" He instantly says and I pout for a moment, though the facade only last a moment- before my smile is back in place.

"I don't think I hit my head..." I murmur, letting my shoulders and neck loosen and relax- my head falling forward- waves of my long blonde hair falling over my face, blocking Luke from my vision. I run my usable hand all along my scalp.

"Let me see your pupils." Then his hand grasps me gently by the chin and lifted it to his face. He ducks closer and I bite my lip- to hide my snickering- and I stare in his eyes as they are sweeping over mine with a cool, professional like air about him.

I must say it bugged me quite a bit and my hand- acting on its own accord- grabbed him under his chin, like he was to me.

I saw something dawn on his face and he swatted away my hand. Then he dropped mine and he gave me the most disbelieving look.

"Are you high?" He hisses.

I blink, giggle, and then my hand lifts- running through his tussled blonde hair. "High? Were underground, silly." I snort and he cringes, taking my wrist and pulling my hand away from him.

"Your pupils are dilated." He states, looking a little freaked and I rolled my eyes.

Then I throw up a hand in exasperation. "I've no idea what that means!"

He sighs, and runs a hand through his hair frustratedly and I suddenly give him a offended look. "How come you can do that and I can't?"

Luke looks confused at first, but sees my eyes glued on the hand in his hair and he drops it down. "Because it's my hair." He snaps.

I stick out my tongue at him, in response and then I make to stand- but my foot gets tangled in the blanket and I stumble. The room is spinning and the crystals... are really bright. I rip my foot free from the sleeping bag, and it sends me backwards. I land on my bum- with a loud umph- and I catch myself with a hand behind me.

Luke is looking at me with wild eyes and I blink- then burst out in laughter.

"Keeeee-ra!" He says and I toss back my head, just laying across the cold stone, laughing uncontrollably.

He moves to my side and he grabs me by the elbow, trying to lift me up, but I resist, arching against the ground and pulling my weight down as he tries to haul me up.

I stare up at him- grinning, giggling- and he looks worried.

"Why d-don't you just relax!" I call. "Stop worrryyiing!"

"Keera, your freaking me out." He hisses, and I snort.

"And that there i-is your problem, my friend." I mumble and he sighs, dropping me now and my shoulder touches back against the cold ground- I squeal.

"What did he do to you?" Luke asks, as I lay at his feet- his lips seem abnormally big to me down here.

"Who do?" I ask curiously.

He looks at me oddly. "Sirius.. what did Sirius do to you?"

I pucker up my lips- staring at his as they move. I strain to hear him and- Sirius?... I can't, I vaguely recall that name an-and blue eyes...

"S-S-Sssiirrius." I sing, twirling a strand on my hair, my eye hiking to the ceiling and staring at the overly bright crystals. "I think your asking the wrong person."

"Huh?"

I look back to him and his silly-silly face. I give a big. "Ha!" And then I sit up, snatching him by the ankle and trying to unsuccessfully pull him down.

He gives me an unamused look, but I'm determined- I stand and then I throw my arms around his neck pressing my chest to his and I force him back. He was surprised, his feet slipped under my weight and the way I pushed against him. He fell back now, but grabbed my waist- giving a startled yelp- as we fell.

I broke out into a new round of hysterical laughter, sprawled across his form as he groaned- having smacked against the ground and taking both of our falls.

I reached up a hand- while he was rubbing at his side wincing and I ran it through his hair quickly, smiling widely as I did. "See, I can too."

He looked down at me his eyes, glaring. "Keera- I swear to..."

"Swearing's bad-" My eyebrows knit together though as I suddenly couldn't recall this boys name. "You!" I finally conclude.

He looks slightly confused, but then he takes me by the shoulder and lifts us both into the sitting position.

"You touched them, didn't you?" He asks, slowly- drawing out his words and I blink at him, pleasantly smiling. His eyes are such a curious icy blue-green.

"Touch what?" I murmur, after a minute and he sighs- I giggle at his frown and I touch my fingers briefly to his chin, only to have them swatted away.

"The crystals!" He hisses and then I recall earlier when I had touched one.

"Oh!" I call in glee. "The shiny things, I love them- I wish I could keep one."

"No." Luke says looking sad. "The crystals are drugged Keera!"

I blink staring into his morphed face- then I toss back my head and laugh. "You are like- like-" I never finished the sentence, too lost into my bubbly mind.

He takes me by the armpit and I allow him to drag me- though I did flail around a bit- to the lake. His face is smoothed over with a pressing concern, yet professionalism again.

I bite my lip when we stop at the waters edge and I see my discarded glasses. "Ohhh! Give me those!" I say needily and he sits next to me- on a knee- takes them and tosses them at me.

I gather them up in my fingers and I grin at the things. "You know I wonder how th-they really work..."

"Keera..." The boy says slowly and I snap my eyes to his. "Hold your breath."

I raise an eyebrow and then suddenly he's grabbed me by the shoulder and is forcing me towards the pool.

I squeal- and thrash, but then he shoves me into the water. Forcing my head under.

….

He wasn't angry. Nope- President Snow wasn't angry at all- not yet anyway. Because if everything went as planned then... well then he would be having himself a party.

"The boy has arrived, Mr. President." Came a collective female voice from the doorway of his office.

Snow, who was standing- leaning against the front of his big, glossy desk- nodded, staring at her. "Send him in." He says, calmly, his voice cunning and bordering on humor... this could be almost as much fun as the Games have been.

Though not angry- he was still a little agitated that he had not know this until now, but it was minor offense at the moment. An irritation better dealt with later on.

There were footsteps and then two large men pushed a younger boy through his door. He didn't look angry, he didn't look like he'd cry, - nor did he have that defiant, hating look in his eyes that most prisoners have when looking upon the president.

Instead the boy- Caleb- he looked like he was waiting patiently. He looked like he was willing to talk to Snow, instead of spit in his face- yelling insults- and trying to attack him like those harsh, unforgiving prisoners.

President Snow can't say he wasn't sparked with a slight curiosity at that. For not only did he own this boy- but he also owned the girl he loved, surely wouldn't he be angry or at least begging on his knees?

No fear was in his face either- so that defiantly ruled out that was the reason why he wasn't panicked.

Once Caleb was placed in an arm chair across him though- the door shut firmly and the guards stone faced standing stationary on either side of him- did Snow speak.

His voice was almost kind, and oh so convincing. "I have a deal for you, Caleb... and I greatly suggest you listen carefully..."

…..

I didn't hold my breath like he suggested and how stupid was that!

I jerked around wildly in the freezing water. Gods I felt like my insides would ice over, my lungs refused to expand and when they did I gulped down a mouthful of choking- cold- intoxicating sweet water.

My eyes seared as I left them open- splashing around I could barely make out the blur of pale color that was Luke, on the surface. My hands clawed at his finger on my shoulders but oh gods! It was so cold and so numbing and- and- my arm began throbbing again.

My head began racing again and- and Gods!

I screamed under the water- using any air that I may have had and I repeatedly thrust myself upwards.

Then, he pulled me back up.

I gasped in air- my head instantly light- and the dried blood all over my body was not running across it, dripping onto the stone.

He released me and I fell onto the ground, on my hands and knees- my head hanging down- my hair dripping wet as I continued to draw in deep breaths. My chest rose and fell heavily and Luke was silent as he sat there staring at me.

"Sorry- it was needed." He says and I snap up my face- not angrily- no but the tear were back, running down my face.

"Caleb- they will kill him!" I shriek.

"Who?" Luke inquires looking concerned again and I felt a fear that he might think I'm still delusional and duck me under longer.

I backed away slightly- sitting down normally. "Caleb- he is a friend of mine, the Capitol..." My voice broke and then I suddenly wanted to be pushed under again- to be numb to die, like he would... If he died then why would I want to return?

"I don't know how that would-" Luke began and then I pounced at him- clutching his shoulders and my face right next to his.

"You should win Luke." I say breathlessly.

He looks stunned for a minute and he pushes me back, his face pondering.

"How, Keera?" He whispers. "I will not stand and watch you kill yourself. And I will never kill you or Gina. I can not win- I would feel to much guilt. My mother-" His own voice broke and he shook his head looking down at his hands and I snatched one of them.

"Your mother probably wants her son back!" I insist.

He shakes his head more strongly. "No, not if she will look at him and think of those people he could have saved and didn't. She is a healer at heart- she would not look at me if I was a killer."

I sigh, biting my lip- but I do not drop this idea, instead I have a plan forming in my mind in seconds.

I look at the knife in his belt and I snatch it, before he could react and I press it to my throat.

Blood instantly falls down my chest and Luke gives a cry of shock as he dives forward to grab it away before I do too much damage.

I pull out of his way and I hiss as the wound stings in the cold air. The blood is so warm and so sickly smelling.

I force myself to drag it now- with enough pressure against my neck to cut- and I deepened the wound slowly with the tip as I began to pull it acros-

"No! Keera-"

…..

"I can not accept that deal, Mr. Snow." Caleb says, slowly- yet in an almost polite way.

The President is a little shocked at first- his eye brows knitting together and his hands clasped together in front of him tighten slightly. "And why not?" He snaps.

Caleb gives him a strained, yet soft and earnest smile. "Not unless she agrees... she is in the deal too, Mr. Snow. And I would like to give her a voice and choice in this also." There was a pause and Mr. Snow, began nodding- understanding now, yet was still irritated by his... well the behavior he had!

Then Caleb added.

"I know it is very generous of you.." He starts, leaning forward slightly- but not in any intent to threaten, no.. only curiosity was in his voice. "And I know I should not question it, because it is very kind of you- considering who I am, what my parents have done, my brother- well why? Why do you offer me- us- this?"

President Snow narrowed his eyes some. He had not expected a boy like this, he had thought the young one would be on his knees kissing his feet for having offered him such a thing. But no- the boy continues to surprise him with his maturity and calmness... and well just plain intelligence.

He did not even expect Keera- who was an impatient, impulsive, and naïve girl- to act like this.

He thought about the answer before he responded, but when he did his voice was even and- for once he felt like he was looking into a face of an equal- of a sort- someone who had the potential of besting him.

…..

"Keera, no!" Luke shouts and he tears the knife away from my throat just before I could rip the tip of the blade across my air pipe.

Blood still gushed from the damaged I had managed to do and I raised a hand to just cause more- but after throwing the knife across the cavern- Luke ducked forward and grabbed both my hand in one of his and he began franticly working on my neck.

I trashed and I tried to whip it around- to damage it- but I slowly felt drained as I felt the blood fall from my face and I was heading towards a worse state.

Luke though was a skilled healer and as soon as I could no longer fight he was up running for the supplies and he came back with bandages and water and he began- very sloppily though- to crossing things over the wound.

He was more confident after that, more determined I think and he suddenly ripped me up in the standing position- I stumbled, but he pushed me down on the blankets. I sank to my knees and I found myself distracted by those crystals above Gina again.

Then Luke was back, holding the bloodied knife and whispering. "Kill her... end the pain."

He ran a gentle hand over my back and I shivered as the cold air got to me- and my wet attire. I didn't look at him- I hardly heard him- I was still captured by the crystals beauty.

But slowly I muster it in me, to murmur. "Why? Maybe she should win." There was a slight pleading tone in my voice.

"No." He disagrees, pushing against my shoulder and forcing the already bloodied knife- my blood- back into my hands. He must trust me too much... "She is beyond that now, she would not want to return after..."

Memories of those bats were fluttering in my mind and I sighed. But all the same I could not do it. As I looked down at the knife- I sat there half wishing someone would just sink it into my chest and end this. Like I failed to minutes before.

"Who says I want to return?" I hiss, the defeat and grief seeping through my tone. "I can't-"

"You will." Luke snaps, taking me around the wrist and then forcing the knife into the girls chest.

There was a slight moan from her mouth and blood- that was already in a grimy, crusted layer across body- began to flow actively from the wound. Her eyes flashed open only momentarily, but then she fell still. She had been barely there in the first place, they had only ended her misery.

Luke peered down at me, frowning as he retrieved the knife and put it back into my trembling fingers. "Now me." He commands and he closes his eyes, thrusting out his chest- waiting for me to end his life and bring myself victory.

But I stared at the knife- my eyes sad. The blood running down my body felt suddenly like it was still hot and fresh from before- from Sirius. Thinking of him the bow still on my back felt like a thousand pound weight- the same weight of guilt that was on my heart.

I did not want to win anymore- how could I go back? After killing Sirius/ What was there going to be left? I had no one to return to, not anymore. Caleb was probably dead already- my heart ached at that. And I no longer had Sirius, no, I'll have his mother who will hate me.

The kids are lost to me- I can not even hope for them. I did not want to win, but I had no choice- I know Luke didn't want to continue on, I hated to think that I would cause yet one more person pain by sending him home to his mother- who will hate him for letting me kill myself.

I take a shuddering breath and murmur. "I'm sorry." Then closing my eyes too, I raise the knife and swiftly cut down- slicing through Luke's chest and ending the last remaing tribute's life.

A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed! I love you guys, seriously. I would have never finshed this without you- Oh and one more chapter! That's all. Hope you guys have enjoyed the story. Seems we've got a lot of Caleb and Keera lovers too! Anyway review! Tell me what you think. Thanks for reading. -Taryn(: