Just a shortish chapter to keep y'all updated. I am actually in the process of writing the last chapters of this story, so I should be updating a lot more frequently. Reviews are always welcome, whether you're telling me what you life or what you think I could improve, it's all good :)

She hadn't been put in a cage, thank Avo, and neither had he.

Page was a real spitfire; dead set in her ways and toughened up through all her hard work not only in the rebellion, but also through her life. Damn, she had such a good story to tell! She'd been kidnapped from her parents and forced into labour as a child by Reaver. She'd put up with that for years, but managed to escape and find like minded people who joined her in the rebellion.

They wrecked factories, stole from the richer people and helped the poorer out, and they managed to get away with it all. His brothers' could have learned something from this lot; how to cause trouble and not be killed for it.

Danny hadn't taken too kindly to Page and her men. A lot of them could be quite cruel to her, and threw her scraps of meat or bones, or whistled and treated her like a dog. She mainly stayed deeper in the sewer pipes, hiding alone up on the girders. Swift and Walter had gone and managed to convince her to come back into the main hub, but the teasing and taunting started again and she'd slink back to her hiding place.

The one think he didn't like about Page was the fact that she didn't call her goons off. She didn't like soldiers, and wasn't about to do anything to make their lives any easier. But she especially didn't like Danny; Page hated her, and wanted her gone.

He'd been sent by Swift and Walter to find Danny, and the Prince had asked to tag along with him.

They were walking through the tunnels and trying to look and listen out for her when she dropped from the roof and landed nimbly on her feet, frowning at them. The Prince smiled at her, a gesture that was not returned. Ben held his arm out and beckoned her to come with them without actually saying anything.

"I'm not going back out there," she said, her voice cracking slightly as tears sprang to her eyes.

"Why not?" Ben asked, rubbing his left temple with his hand while reaching forward with the other to catch her arm and tug her forward gently.

"They hate me," she complained, pulling her arm away from him and scowling. "I was happy with my pack, and they were happy with me. I don't fit in with people…" she stressed, turning away and looking up for a place to grab hold of.

"You do you know," Damien suddenly chipped in, placing a hand gently on her shoulder.

"No. I don't," she hissed, shrugging him off and jumping up. Damien gave Ben an exasperated look and stepped back, gesturing to her.

"She'll listen to you," he said quietly, and there was a small scoff from above.

"Not today she won't," Ben shrugged stepping back and trying to ignore the reproachful look the Prince was giving him. Ben raised his hands and shook his head. "She really won't listen to me, she's annoyed."

"Well I'm staying until she comes down," Damien said quietly, leaning against a wall and glancing up to Danny who was huddling up in the shadows.

"Have fun with that," Ben muttered, turning on his heel and marching away, grumbling to himself.

He knew Danny better than anyone, if he said she wouldn't listen, then she probably wasn't going to listen, and the best option would be to drop it and leave her to cool off and try again later. Prince Damien would be waiting a while, and wasting a lot of his time.

That he was sure of.

He'd been there watching her for a long time, she didn't know how long, but his legs must have been aching. She would have felt sorry for him if it weren't for the fact that she still had her misgivings about him. He was different to the King, she knew that much, and it wasn't just the obvious physical difference, it was their personalities.

Damien was taller than his brother, and more muscular. His face was kinder; he didn't frown much, and always had a twinkle in his dark brown eyes. Instead of slicked back hair, his fell loosely into his eyes and didn't look like it had been combed for days. Then there was the fact that he was always calm and relaxed, and even in battle he kept a cool head. He would smile at everyone he passed, helped people who needed it and she'd seen him on occasion slip money or food to people he passed on the streets who were begging.

He was a kind man… but the way his brother had had five men try to kill her was still in her mind, and she couldn't trust Damien completely… they were the same blood.

"I've been here for hours, will you come down?" he asked, stepping forward slightly and looking up at her.

"No."

"Fine then, I'll keep waiting," he laughed, and leaned back against the wall.

She opened her mouth to ask why, and moved slightly out of the shadow to look at him properly in the dim light. He was smiling up at her almost lazily.

"You should go," she said instead, biting her tongue at how mean it sounded.

"No… I shouldn't," he smirked.

"Please?" she asked quietly, almost inaudibly. He looked up suddenly, his mouth falling into a small 'o' shape.

"You really don't want to come back?"

"I was more accepted with Balverines…" she mumbled, dropping down from the girder but standing away from him. "My own species hates me."

"I don't hate you," he pointed out, stepping forward slightly. "I fact, I quite like you."

Danny looked at him for a moment, and sighed.

"If I come back will you leave me alone?"

"You don't like me do you?" he asked, avoiding the question.

"I don't trust you," she corrected, smiling slightly.

"I know," he chuckled, and together they walked back down the stinking sewer line to get to the rest of the rebellion gang.