Chapter 20
Eight

Eight days. That's how long it had taken for Kathryn and Sebastian to engineer the self-destruction of Aramis and Tiffany. Sebastian turned it over in his mind as he settled into the leather seat of the plane, marveling at what a lethal combination they were. Eight days since they 'broke up,' after he had sent all the servants away for the day except Mai-Lee because they didn't know for sure which were spying for Tiffany. Seven days since Sebastian had arrived in Paris to drug his cousin and prey on his vulnerabilities. Five days since he had begun to see the effects of the drugs. Four days since Kathryn had determined exactly which servants were informing Tiffany of their activities. Three days since Kathryn had managed to turn them all and get them to report Kathryn's increasing 'depression' following Sebastian's 'disappearance.' Less than twenty four hours since he and Aramis had witnessed the argument between Kathryn and the Gorgon.

He wondered idly who he'd have to bribe if Aramis was injured or killed at some point and a tox screen was performed. He didn't worry that it would be a problem. Everyone had a price, from the totally upright to the utterly depraved. Even he had a price, one thing that he would sell his very soul for, if in fact he had a soul at all, and he knew exactly what it was. What did bother him was the fact that Tiffany had to know that he and Kathryn were fucking before the tabloid pictures. She had spies, so she had to have heard about it. It wasn't as if they had been discreet, though in hindsight they probably should have. Knowing that bitch, she had probably not cared because she thought they were going to keep their relationship a secret, just as she and Aramis had. As long as it wouldn't harm her precious reputation, why would she give a fuck what Kathryn did?

He turned to his cousin and studied him silently for a moment. He was pissed off and needed to take it out on someone. "You said earlier that Tiffany only slept with you to renew your loyalties," he said. A cruel child picking at the newly formed scab of another. Poking a fresh wound with a sharp stick.

Aramis looked at him, his eyes still hidden behind his five hundred dollar sun glasses, a small smile on his lips. "You're enjoying this far too much," he said simply. Just because he was drugged and borderline psychotic didn't mean that he was stupid.

Sebastian returned his smile and shrugged. "Misery loves company and all that."

The older man let out a dry laugh that held just the edge of hysteria. "Yes, well, you know how it is for us. Sex is about pleasure… but it's about more too. Power, control, dominance – all play their parts. Tiffany and I had a certain power over each other, a balance. Or at least I thought we did. I knew that she was fucking me to ensure my loyalty, just like she knew I was fucking her because I enjoyed being the only man who could dominate her in that way, that could make her feel… something. Beyond the sex though, the actual relationship we had? I thought that we were equals. Two halves." He frowned and turned away.

"Is such a thing even possible? Equality in a relationship," Sebastian mused, giving the wound another poke. He got no answer other than a heavy sigh. He hadn't really expected one. It was enough to know it hurt, that his sharp stick had found its mark and drawn blood. He turned to the window and smiled. He loved flying almost as much as he loved maliciously ripping a life apart. In fact there was only one thing that he loved more than even that. Kathryn. He couldn't believe how much he missed her.

"Is it true, Sebastian? Did Tiffany really allow that bastard to touch Kathryn?" He was asking about what he'd heard Kathryn say the day before, about Tiffany's second husband.

Sebastian turned back towards him, frowning and feigning ignorance. "Kathryn didn't seem like she was lying. Tiffany didn't correct her or even look surprised by the accusation."

"You know, there was a time when I wondered if Kathryn was mine," he said wistfully.

The younger Valmont had chosen that moment to take a sip of his Champaign and quickly regretted it as he inhaled rather than swallowed, leading to a coughing fit. He pressed his handkerchief to his lips as he tried to get himself under control, eyes stinging and watering. That had been the last thing that he expected to hear, even though he probably should have wondered when he learned that his cousin and step mother had been lovers, how long they had been lovers. He only had two boundaries. No girls under fifteen and no relatives. He had even forced a guy to suck his cock and swallow his cum once, blackmailed him into it just to humiliate him, which had been the sole turn on since he was definitely nowhere near gay. It was probably a bad idea to do it right in front of Blaine the way he had since it had put into his head the idea that it was at least possible for Sebastian to enjoy sex with a man, but what was done was done. The idea that Kathryn could possibly be related to him was disturbing.

Aramis laughed at his reaction. "Don't worry. She's not. But even though I haven't been around her much, and she's not mine, I still have a soft spot for her. I can't believe Tiffany would do something that…" his voice trailed away.

"Unforgivable? Kathryn would have had to be, what, somewhere between the ages of 9 and 14?"

Aramis cringed. "That's horrific."

Yes, Sebastian thought. Horrific. Perfectly sums up that bitch you've been fucking for the better part of your life.

Sebastian left his bags in the limo as he strode into the house and straight for the dinning room. Tiffany and Kathryn were there, eating silently. They were both so anal about when meals were to be served that it would have shocked him if they weren't there. The tension could be cut with a hack saw.

Kathryn looked at him, her face the perfect balance of shock, anger and longing. God, she should have been an actress. "Sebastian?"

"What the hell are you doing here," Tiffany asked.

"I live here," he said as if he were speaking to a two year old. If she was this upset to see him, just wait till she got a load of who was right behind him.

"You're not welcome here. Not after what you did to my daughter. I'm shocked that you even have the nerve to show your face here!"

He rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to Kathryn, completely ignoring Tiffany. "Can I speak to you?"

"I don't think there's anything to say," Kathryn said coldly, focusing on her plate.

He walked over to the table and sat down beside her. "Please, Kathryn? I was scared and I was stupid. I'm sorry. I swear it will never happen again."

Her head shot up and she stared at him. Her face was still carefully schooled to hide her emotions because her mother could see part of it, but her eyes were smoldering. He felt himself melting inside, but he kept his visible reactions under control.

"You definitely are stupid if you think that this little show of contrition will work," Tiffany spoke up again, trying desperately to strengthen her daughter's resolve.

"Why don't you leave them alone?"

Tiffany's head snapped up to see Aramis in the doorway. "What are you doing here?"

"Aren't you happy to see me?"

"I do not have time to deal with you right now, Aramis. Please leave."

"I'm tired of you 'dealing' with me. I have a few things I need to say to you. We can either do this in private or with an audience."

Tiffany's eyes grew wide. She didn't seem to know what to make of Aramis' sudden willfulness. Sebastian watched her as she made her split second decision, never doubting what her choice would be. She could either protect her daughter from what she thought was a genuine threat, or save herself from possible exposure. Of course, there was no contest. "Fine. We'll go to the sitting room," she said as she led him out of the dining room with no further preamble.

Once the two were gone, Sebastian turned to Kathryn, "Where can we watch?"

"Storage room," She said as she got up and headed for the side entrance. The storage room was off the garage, and where all the surveillance equipment had been set up. It was the one place that Kathryn was sure that Tiffany would never go.

Sebastian followed her, watching her hips sway and trying not to think about how much he just wanted to carry her up to his room. There would be time for that later. By the time they reached the monitors in the far end of the storage room, Tiffany and Aramis were already in a screaming match.

"…dare you come to my home and threaten me?"

"All I ever wanted to do was take care of you, and you treat me like a fucking pet."

"You do take care of me. But right now you're doing the exact opposite! What if Edward came home…"

"I'm his cousin. If you hadn't made such a big deal of shunning me in front of him, there would be nothing to explain, would there?"

"What the hell has gotten into you?"

"What… what if I said that I just needed to be near you." His voice was soft now, almost pleading and he touched her arm softly.

She pulled her arm away. "Contain yourself!"

His face hardened and he grabbed her arms and pulled her against his body forcefully. Sebastian hated to admit it, but the two were hot together and, as he sat so close to Kathryn while watching them, he felt himself stiffen. "That's exactly why I'm here. I'm tired of 'containing' myself. All I ever wanted was you, Tiffany. But then you know that, don't you? Always counted on it to get me to do whatever you want."

"You want everything in a skirt."

"This is different. You know this is different. I can't even stay interested in any other woman for twenty five days, let alone twenty five years."

"This obsession of yours with me used to be amusing, but now you're overstepping."

"Overstepping? That's something we have in common, my dear."

"You're talking in circles!"

"Then let me speak plainly. I've come here for a reason. To collect what I'm owed."

"That was supposed to clear everything up? I know you French all like to dabble in the existential, but this is ridiculous! Even for you. What exactly do you think I owe you?"

"Respect, Tiffany."

"Oh, I see. You storm in here like a petulant child and throw a tantrum, all in the effort to gain my respect. Brilliant plan."

He kissed her suddenly and she melted into him for an instant before seeming to remember where she was and that she was angry with him and pushing him away. "Is that what you want? You want to fuck me Aramis? In Edwards house?" Her voice was cool, malicious. Poisonous.

"No," he said, his tone matching hers, except there was something else there. Rage? Yes, rage, Sebastian thought. Just under the surface and barely contained. He thought back to Kathryn's words. This was definitely no game. "I want to destroy you."

"Aramis, you're hurting me!" She tried to pull away from his grasp.

"I've only just begun hurting you. You're like an onion. There's nothing there underneath all your layers is there? Nothing solid, nothing real. You're not even human."

Sebastian could tell from the look on her face, even over the too small monitor, that she was afraid and he could see the desperation in the one eighty she pulled, making her voice conciliatory as she pressed against him. She was starting to feel threatened. "Aramis, darling, you're just like me." She stretched up to kiss his jaw, just underneath his ear.

Rather then calming him, her behavior seemed to feed into his rage and he shoved her against the wall. "Still trying to handle me, bitch? I'm done being handled."

"What do you want?"

"I already told you what I want. The entire world will know what I know. And I know everything. I know how you drugged poor innocent Noelle. How you're still drugging her right underneath Edward's nose. I know about every life you've destroyed, every innocent you've ruined. I know where every fucking body is buried."

Her eyes widened, a look of betrayal flitted across her features. "You wouldn't!"

"I will."

"Why? Why would you do that to me?"

"Because I loved you and you used that. You used me, Tiffany. Not even you can get away with that." He turned and began walking towards the door.

"No, wait. Do you want me to leave Edward for you? We can go away together."

He looked at her in disgust. "And how long before I go missing? You've played me for a fool and I've threatened you… I know what that means. We're at war now and there will be no truces between us. We're both far too vengeful to allow that. I know you think that I'm easily manipulated but please don't insult me by pretending otherwise."

As he resumed his trek to the door and opened it, Sebastian and Kathryn watched as Tiffany went to Edwards desk and pulled out his gun. "You won't go missing, Aramis. They'll know exactly where to find you."

"That didn't take long," Sebastian muttered while he watched.

He froze in the open doorway when he heard the click of the safety. Slowly he turned to face her. There was a malicious smile on her face. "You're going to shoot me?"

"You assaulted me, Aramis. I just did what I needed to do. The bruises from your fingers digging into my arm should do nicely to support the fact that you flew into a rage and attacked me. I bet I'll have bruises on my back too, where you slammed me against the wall. You always did like to mark me, didn't you?"

"What is it with you Valmonts and leaving bruises," Kathryn said under her breath.

"Yeah, because I don't have a thousand scratches and bites from you."

"Self defense."

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

"You would actually kill me?" Aramis' incredulous question drew their attention back to the drama in the parlor.

"Did you really think that I would let you walk out of here after everything you just said? You of all people should have known better than that." She pulled the trigger and hit him a little too high and to the left to be fatal. He staggered, but didn't fall. She pulled it again and it clicked.

Aramis' knees gave and he fell, hard, onto them, still staring at Tiffany. "I can't believe you just shot me." A hand went to his shoulder and came away bloody. "You fucking shot me…" He passed out then, most of his body laying outside the parlor.

Sebastian had been holding his breath. "You took the other bullets out."

Kathryn looked up at him. "Would you have rather I didn't?"

He looked at her, considering it. Aramis dead potentially meant Tiffany on death row. But Kathryn had been right. He didn't want to be responsible for an actual death, let alone two. That was no fun. Death meant that you could no longer torture someone. Fifteen to life in a state pen… now that was punishment. Especially for someone like Tiffany. It also meant that there would still be ways of getting to her and making her suffer more. "No," he said, smiling. "I think I like it better like this."

She returned his smile. "That's my Valmont. You get taunting rights. I'll make the copy while I call 911 and be up in a few minutes."

Sebastian kissed her soundly. "I'm going to fuck your gorgeous brains out the minute this is finished," he said before bounding out of the room and up the stairs, a cheerful smile on his face. He found Tiffany standing over Aramis' unconscious form. She didn't seem to notice him as he came to a stop next to her, looking at his prone cousin.

"Your aim is utterly dreadful. Maybe you should have practiced more," he said casually. "Were you trying to shot him in the head or the heart? Honestly, I can't tell."

"You set this up, didn't you? You and Kathryn. This was all staged." Her voice was flat as she continued to stare at her former lover – at least Sebastian hoped his cousin had enough pride to write the bitch off after this. She didn't seem surprised by his voice, as if she'd known he was there all along.

He smiled at her. "Yes. You should be careful who you screw over. Your mistake was that you didn't crush us, or at least neutralize us in some way. You really should have had me shipped off to military school when you had the chance."

She laughed. "Believe me, I tried. I didn't think Kathryn hated me this much."

"Oh, she does. This was mostly my idea, but Kathryn was more than willing to help. The break up was her idea. To make you think there was no way that we could be a threat, and so that you wouldn't get suspicious to learn that I'd visited my dearly almost departed cousin."

"How did you know?"

"The only way to insure that a secret is kept is if only one person knows it. Two people is risky, three is dangerous. A whole house full of servants is, well, just plain stupid."

"What else do you know?"

Sebastian pulled a vial out of his pocket and waved it at her. "Remember this? This shit works incredibly fast. But I'm sure you know that already. I had Aramis ready to throw you to the wolves in a week."

"You drugged him?"

"I needed him to throw you under a bus as readily as you would him. He's a Valmont. Loyalty is one of our biggest weaknesses. Too bad he chose the wrong person to give it to."

"What happens now?"

"You go to jail."

She looked at him incredulously. "You can't be serious."

"Yes… but only because killing the two of you would be too easy."

"No… you can't! You can't send me to jail!"

"I suggest you plead temporary insanity. Not sure how far it'll get you, but still. We corrupted the audio, so no one can hear what's being said, so all your secrets are safe. For now."

Tiffany looked at him sharply. It was the first time she'd looked directly at him. "For now?"

He laughed. "You of all people should know how this game is played. We're saving all the little admissions for later. Just in case you get any cute ideas. Then we'll leak the video to the press. Just remember… no matter how bad things get for you Tif, they can always get worse. We'll make sure of that."

"You taped it?"

He snorted. "Of course we did. We're not new at this."

"You think the two of you are equals? You're just as much her pet as he was mine."

He smirked. "Yes, I am her pet. And she's mine. I keep her warm, she keeps me cool. Perfect balance. Too bad you and Aramis never had that. It would have been infinitely more satisfying to pull it apart if you had. We still managed to destroy the only person you actually do give a damn about – you. It'll just have to do. You know, it's times like this that I wish I believed in hell, because then I'd just send you there. You see, every breath you take offends me. But I need to make sure you suffer for as long as your mind and body can take it. So you get to live. And he," Sebastian pointed at Aramis, "gets to watch your entire life shatter and know that it was all his fault. He gets to know that you were willing to kill him. He gets to fully realize what damn fool he has been for most of his life."

There was a knock at the door.

Sebastian smiled brightly. "Oh… there's the police, here to haul you away. How lovely."

"Or the ambulance." She was looking down at Aramis.

"Absolutely appalling aim," he muttered to himself as he went to answer the door.

"Do you really think this is the end of me?"

He paused and smirked, "yes, actually, I do." He walked away, Tiffany glaring after him. Kathryn was calmly waiting for him just outside the hall. "Is everything ready?"

"Blaine corrupted all the audio on the hard drive. I have a copy for us with the sound, and Blaine made one too. That should be the police answering my frantic 911 call."

Sebastian smiled as they went to answer the door. "I'm not letting you out of bed for a week once this is done. We can tell everyone that we're too distraught to leave the house. Ready?"

She nodded, a fresh sheen of tears already glistening in her eyes. The police were greeted by an appropriately upset and agitated looking Kathryn and Sebastian. Kathryn was even shedding tears now, despite that Sebastian knew that she wanted to laugh at him. She always did when he was mimicking distress because she said he was always so over the top, chewing scenery. 'But I wouldn't want you to change,' she'd said, 'because you're always a drama queen. If you didn't chew the scenery everyone would know that something was off.' He'd glared at her, even though he knew she was right. He really was a bit… theatrical.

Sometimes Sebastian was at a loss as to how to address Kathryn, how to introduce her to other people. Girlfriend just seemed so… mundane. Far too pedestrian to even being to describe them. Lover was too casual. Stepsister who I just happen to be fucking was just wrong. Not because he didn't enjoy shocking people. Shocking people had always been one of Sebastian's favorite things to do. Pleasing Kathryn, control, shocking people and sex, in that order, was what he lived for. Though pleasing Kathryn and control had occasional been tied or switched in his order of priorities over the years. Kathryn usually won out though. But right now, he was stumbling over trying to tell the police who she was and settled for just her name, deciding that anything more would just either necessitate a long explanation, and earn them that look. The one that made him feel homicidal and reminded him, and more importantly reminded Kathryn, that just because the sheep at high school had accepted them with some creative spinning, didn't mean that all the adult sheep would do the same. That they would in any way understand what they were to each other.

"I have no idea what transpired before the gunshot, officer. As I said before, Kathryn and I were… otherwise engaged," Sebastian offered innocently after a several minutes of questioning as he watched his cousin being wheeled to the ambulance. Then he added, as if it had just occurred to him, "would you like to see the security recordings?"

Sebastian led the police to the computer in the storage room and found the correct feed. They watched the entire argument between Tiffany and Aramis, watched Tiffany get the gun, threaten Aramis, watched Aramis threaten to expose her and name some of her more dastardly deeds, watched her calmly shoot him and then try again only to find that there had only been one bullet. However, they heard none of the accompanying audio, just an annoying hissing sound.

Sebastian fought a smile as he watched her look at Aramis, then at the prematurely empty gun. He knew that was instant she realized that she had been played. She screamed in rage. Sebastian arrived at that moment, standing just outside of camera range. You could still see Tiffany though, looking like she was going into shock.

Sebastian made his face crumple and his eyes tear up. "I can't believe… she was such a kind person. My father loved her so much. How could she?" He pressed a hand against his mouth and shook his head, not sure how much longer he could go without laughing, as he blinked away crocodile tears.

One of the female officers put a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay, sir."

"Sebastian, please call me Sebastian." He looked down at her, expending a little more effort than he would have liked to appear distraught, knowing that if he wanted her he could have her before the sun set. He didn't want her, but it was still nice to know that if he did he could have her on her knees begging him to fuck her harder in half an hour. Forty five minutes if he took his time. "I can't take watching much more of this. Can I leave now?"

Kathryn was waiting for him in the hall. They watched the cops leave, taking a now quietly fuming Tiffany and a copy of the surveillance footage with them. She looked paler than usual, but otherwise she didn't seem much disturbed by her mother's fate. "Well played, Valmont."

He smiled broadly at the compliment. "Why thank you. You weren't so bad yourself Merteuil. Your mother really does have attrocious aim." He spared a glance at the blood stain that marked where Aramis had fallen after being shot.

"True. But Aramis is definitely the worse for the wear."

"I suppose the one person in the world you care about trying to kill you would be a hard thing to live with." He kissed her forehead. "Thank you."

"For?"

"You kept me from falling apart. I couldn't have done any of this without you."

"That's me," she said dryly as he slipped his hand in hers and their fingers laced together. "Your moral compass."

"God, now there's a frightening thought."

"We really are going to hell, aren't we?"

"If there is one, definitely. But don't worry, baby," he kissed her hand, "we'll be running the joint in not time."

He led her up to her bedroom. Just as he closed the door and pushed her roughly against it, his phone rang. He pulled it out and looked at the caller id.

"You can't seriously be considering answering that."

"It's Tuttle. If I don't answer, he'll think we're all dead and come over. You know how he gets."

She groaned in resignation even as she began sucking and nibbling his neck.

He flipped open the phone, trying to keep his voice study. "Everything's fine. Went according to pla-an."

"Is he dead?"

"No. Oh fuck!" Kathryn was squeezing him through his pants. He let his head fall forward, banging his forehead against the door.

"Sebastian? What is it?" A brief pause. Followed by a suspicious whisper. "Are you… are you and Kathryn…"

"It's been eight fucking days, man! What the hell do you think? Call you later." He snapped the phone closed impatiently and tossed it across the room. Running his fingers through her beautiful long brown hair before curling them around thick handfuls, he pulled her head away from his neck and kissed her hungrily.

"You really weren't with anyone else."

"No," he said between the kisses he was trailing down the front of her neck. "I promised."

She pushed him away. "What are you talking about?"

"Every time we fuck, it's a promise. I know you feel it too. You haven't been fucking around either."

She looked at him, her brow furrowed, for a few seconds before pulling his mouth back to hers. He picked her up and carried her to the bed. She smirked up at him when he sat her down gently and began undressing. "I certainly hope you're not planning on being gentle."

He returned her smirk. "Gentle? After eight days? There's absolutely no fucking way in hell."

Doggie style used to be Sebastian's favorite position. There was something about having a woman on her knees that had always appealed to him. But with Kathryn, they ironically often ended up in the missionary position or one of its many variants. Oh, they were always trying other positions and he calculated that they were about twenty percent of the way through the Karma Sutra's massive list. They were both sexually adventurous and extremely limber with staggering amounts of stamina, experience and imagination so sex was never dull. For some reason, though, they both seemed prefer facing each other. There were times when he just wanted to bend her over something – a desk, a coffee table, a chair – and run his fingers over the soft smooth skin of her back, cup her breasts, pull her hair, spank her, hold her hips. Or the times when he wanted her on her knees and he'd push her face into the mattress, dominating her the way she never allowed any other man to dominate her because in his mind, that she would allow it and even get off on it proved that she really did love him. Sometimes, she would ride him while he sat or lay down. That had always been her favorite position – dominance.

But, on average, she would let him be in control – and Sebastian was very well aware of the fact that she was allowing it. That their partnership would never survive if he ever tried to force his dominance, tried to subjugate her in anyway. Everything between them had to be mutually if silently agreed on in order to pacify their massive need to be in control in some form or another. So whenever Kathryn submitted to him it was a conscious decision. She would submit and he would usually give her whatever he sensed she wanted. Hard, fast, slow, gentle. Whatever would get her off and make her give him that look. Not the look that people gave them when they realized that they were stepsiblings who fucked each other, but the one that he swore was adoration and need and gratitude all wrapped up in searing passion. God, how he loved that look. Would do anything to get it. He imagined that it had never been in those green eyes before that first time he was inside of her. That was why he wanted to face her most of the time, to make sure he it.

There wasn't much thought put into what they would do this time. Not the way it usually had been, when she or Sebastian would want to act out some long held fantasy. No… by the time they'd managed to get their clothes off, it was all groping and grasping and passion and dueling tongues and thrusting hips. They were both out of control and Sebastian wondered how she managed to do that to him. He had never been out of control before… only with Kathryn. She was the only woman who could manage to bring out this sense of desperation in him. Desperation to be touched, to be as deeply inside her as possible, to make it last as long as his years of experience would allow, to make her cum, to make her need him as much as he needed her. And there was no doubt about it, he did need her the way he needed water or air or food. As much as he'd told her he needed her, he had still held back some of it because, Sebastian being Sebastian, he felt like he needed to keep something for himself, some scrap of dignity no matter how small.

They were both gripping the sheets for dear life as Sebastian's tenuous grip on rational thought slipped away. They weren't teasing each other or engaging in anything that could pass for conversation, even vulgar conversation aimed at titillation. They were reduced to grunts and one word declarations, with the occasional two word declaration thrown in for good measure. Please… fuck… harder… yes… don't stop… deeper… so tight… fuck me… oh god… that's it… uh… ugh… more… Kathryn… Sebastian. He press the length of his body against her, relishing the feel of her skin against his, lost in her wetness, her tightness, her smell. His eyes were unfocused and his mouth was slack, all his energy diverted and focused on a single thing… trying to, as literally as possible, fuck his soon to be ex-stepsister's brains out. He felt her teeth bite into his shoulder and that was the end of him. He came loudly and was relieved when she followed immediately after. When he realized that he couldn't hold back any longer, he had been afraid that he would have to give her a little extra help. Not that he didn't want to – he enjoyed the way she tasted after he fucked her. The way they tasted, mingled together. But he just wasn't sure that he had the energy right now. Moving at all seemed about as feasable right now as picking up her four poster and carrying it downstairs.

Eight days, he thought, with a sigh that was meant to be a chuckle. God help them both if they ever needed to be apart for longer than that. They may not survive the reunion.

A/N: sorry this took so long. I am working on a project and I've been editing – which, by the way, really, really sucks.

Kerimack… LOL! I absolutely cannot get Glen Close out of my head as Tiffany now. Hope this chapter helps with the K&S withdrawals and that you think the revenge was served cold enough. ;D

Thank Kaila! I hope you enjoy this update.