"Billy-Ray! Ezra!" Darquesse called from the other room. Ezra spat the toothpaste from her mouth into the sink, dried her face then went to the living room. She ran her tongue across her teeth. She liked that feeling, always had. Billy-Ray was standing in front of Darquesse. Ezra stood beside him. "We are going out. A man is there, I need him." Then Darquesse stood up, grabbed Ezra's arm, then Billy-Ray's then they weren't in the apartment. This wasn't like air-walking, or Fletcher, it felt like Ezra had been torn apart and then pieced back together in another place. For all she knew, that's exactly what happened. The first thing she noticed was that she did not fit into this club. Her black jeans and grey cardigan just did not go with the leather in this place. Billy-Ray fit in perfectly. Darquesse was too scary for anyone to point it out. But Ezra? Well, Ezra felt like a goon. She put her hair in a high pony tail, teasing it the best she could with her fingers. It would have to do. She noticed Billy-Ray staring at her. He was smirking. "Oh, shush you." She said, then followed Darquesse. "Your people are here Ezra. I goes without saying, but don't breath a word to them. Understand?"
"Yes." Ezra replied tightly. Then Darquesse disappeared. "What he hell do we do?" Billy-Ray asked, turning to Ezra. She shrugged. "Why did she bring us here if she was just going to leave?"
Darquesse reappeared. "I got him." She said.
"Well... where is he?" Billy-Ray asked.
Darquesse pointed to a man in a blue hoodie. He was staring past the three of them, and Ezra turned to see what at. Then she went cold all over. Dexter. It was Dexter. He was staring at Dexter as he made out with Tanith. "What- Oh." Billy-Ray said. Ezra shook her head. She would not cry. "How do we get him? Darquesse? Darquesse! Pay attention to me! How the hell do we get him? You gonna be polite and not kidnap him, or?" Ezra snapped.
"One does no simply kidnap Milo Banks."
"Then what are we here for?"
"He's gay. Billy-Ray must seduce him." Even in Ezra's terrible mood, she burst out laughing.
Billy-Ray frowned. "But-"
"I could get a Remnant inside of you-"
"No that's cool, I got it. I got sex-appeal. I am a fine specimen. I got this." He said, then sauntered off to him. Ezra watched with fascination as Billy-Ray leaned his arm against the wall. He raised his eyebrows. Trailed his hand down Milo's chest. Milo raised an eyebrow at him and licked his lip and that's when Ezra stopped looking because she felt like she was intruding on something.
"I can kill him for you." Darquesse said.
"What? Who?" Ezra asked.
"Dexter. Look." She said. Ezra turned to look at him, and he was on the ground, coughing, Tanith urgently asking him what's wrong. He coughed again, this time blood came up. "Stop, stop! Darquesse, stop please! I've done everything you asked!" Dexter stopped coughing as soon as he had started. "Are you sure? You're in love with him, Ezra. And he is happily making out with Tanith. That must hurt a lot. You were gone for 400 years, and all that got you through i was him. Ravel blamed his demise on the two you. And now? Here he is necking some blonde."
"He must have a reason. He's undercover or... or something."
"Maybe he doesn't love you."
"Maybe it's because I left him."
"Hmm..."
Ezra looked at Darquesse. She had never before hated someone as much as she hated this woman before her. Billy-Ray and Milo sauntered up to them. Ezra felt Darquesse's hand on her wrist, blinked, then was back in the crappy apartment. Ezra went straight to the kitchen, grabbed the big bottle of whiskey then went to her room. She slammed the door shut, taking the lid off and chugging it. Her eyes watered and her throat burned, even her nose burned, but she didn't care. It should have been her. His hands should have been sliding down her body, not Tanith's. He should have been kissing and biting her, not Tanith. And yet. She took another chug, already swaying. She sat on the floor, and she cried. Like the big baby she was. She sobbed. She door creaked open and Billy-Ray walked. He beside her, moving them both so that Ezra was partially sitting on him. "Milo is on our side." He murmured softly in her ear. She took another swig, turned around and pressed her lips to his. He was still at first, but then he ran his hands up her torso, and into her hair. She kissed him back, her hand on his neck, her other on his chest.

The guilt that tore through Dexter was unbelievable. He drove in silence. He just had to get to Skulduggery. He'd know what to do. He pulled up outside of Skulduggery's house. He knocked and barged by Valkyrie when she answered. He would apologise later. "Skulduggery, this is bad." He said. Skulduggery looked up him.
"What is? You failed the mission?"
"Yeah, they have Milo, but Ezra saw me kissing Tanith. She doesn't know. Didn't know."
"Oh, no." Skulduggery said standing up. "She going to think you did it on purpose."
"She is. I shouldn't have done it. It's always been Ezra if I have to say I'm with someone."
"We had to."
"She hates me now."
"She doesn't."
"She got Darquesse to make me cough up a lung."
"That was more than likely Darquesse on her own accord."
"I've lost."
"You haven't."
"There's no guaranteeing that."