Chapter Thirty-Six: Secrets Withheld.
Harry would have liked to have more information about where these mysterious ninjas came from. Right now, one of them rushed towards Harry. Harry disappeared a second and the ninja ripped up one of the curtains. The bill on this room was going to be very high, but Harry could not worry about that right now. The young man dropped down behind the ninja.
"The Dragon?" the mysterious ninja in the hood asked. "Impossible!"
Laurel's eyes widened for a second and said nothing. One of the larger ninjas charged to the stunning block. Laurel blocked the arm and connected with a series of rapid-fire strikes which knocked the ninja back. The beautiful woman flipped down and dropped down onto the back of the head of the ninja.
"Come on, you think you can take me down!" she yelled. "Stop hiding behind your goons, and focus on me! FOCUS O ME!"
One of the larger goons rushed towards Laurel one more time. Harry wrapped the ninja's legs up and caused him to drop to the ground in a not so graceful manner. A violent curb stomp down to the back of the head followed up the attack. Three throwing stars flung towards Harry. Harry raised a hand and the stars deflected back to the ninja which took him down to the ground.
The Sorcerer stood face to face with one of the ninjas. The ninja pulled out a blade and charged Harry. The green-eyed young man avoided the attack. The blade came precious inches from cutting into the side of Harry's face. Harry backed up and nailed the ninja with a forceful attack. Repeated punches to the side of the head kept Harry on the attack. The sorcerer kept pounding away at his adversary, before stepping back and winding up.
The ninja in the hood came face to face with Laurel. He pulled out an electrified baton and rushed towards Laurel with it. The blonde flipped into the air nimbly and dodged the attack. Laurel blocked the attack from the ninja and caught him with a punch to the back of the head.
She flipped over the bed and the blowdart dagger which came close to piercing her neck came against the wall. Laurel dropped down and caught the ninja with a succession of rapid-fire punches. Every one of the punches caught the ninja and forced him to abort those attacks.
Laurel grabbed the ninja around the arm and showed great agility by flipping the assassin down to the ground. The fighter dropped down and caught the ninja with the point of the elbow down across the side of the neck. The wind had been driven out of the warrior when Laurel pulled back from him.
"Heads up!" Harry yelled.
Slowly spinning around, Laurel avoided a dagger coming inches away from connecting with the side of her face. She blocked it a second later.
"Getting a bit too crowded in here," the man in the hood said. "Let's go."
The warrior never expected the Dragon of all people to be here, and that very fact threw off the game plan. The ninjas left the area, vanishing into several clouds of smoke.
Laurel took a step towards the retreating ninjas. Very casually, Harry grabbed Laurel by the arm and prevented her from following suit against the horde of ninjas.
"What are you doing?" Laurel asked. "They're going to get away if you don't let me stop them."
"I know they're getting away," Harry informed Laurel. "You need to calm down and take a deep breath."
"Yeah, finding that very hard when ninjas attacked me on my vacation," Laurel said. She took a couple of deep breaths. "Alright, alright, I'm calm, well I'm about as calm as I'm going to be right now. That guy just gets on my nerves. This wasn't the first time he took a shot at me."
"And don't worry about them getting away," Harry told Laurel. "I tagged one of them with a tracker device when he got out the door. He's not going to get far, and don't worry, I did a better job than your friend, Barbara, did when tagging me with a tracker."
Laurel wore one of the most sheepish expressions on her face.
"Don't worry, she figured there was more to me than meets the eye and she was right," Harry said.
Harry's expression had been left hanging in mid-air, and Laurel looked towards him, nervousness spreading through the body of the woman. She just had a strong suspicion there was something else more that Harry was not telling her. There was always something hanging in the air. Laurel just didn't know what to make of it.
"There's more than you than meets the eye," Harry said. "I've seen those moves before. When working together with the League of Assassins."
"You're League of Assassins?" Laurel asked.
"Well, I have friends in the League, really good friends," Harry said.
Laurel just nodded in response, Harry's statement made a whole lot of sense.
"These ninjas work for the Silver Monkey," Laurel said. "He doesn't really inspire fear in the hearts of most people, but he was one of Lady Shiva's best students. At least, until I started to train with her."
Harry heard Nyssa speak about Lady Shiva once or twice in passing. To be honest, Nyssa respected the woman or potentially feared her. One way or another, Harry figured she was dangerous.
"How did you become the student of one of the most dangerous women in the world?" Harry asked.
"Only one of them?" Laurel asked. She sounded very amused. "On the one hand, she would have been insulted by you only downgrading her to one of the most dangerous women in the world. On the other hand, she might just overlook that fact, if it means she has a moment alone with the mysterious and very dangerous dragon."
Laurel stepped forward, a crisp smile coming across her face. Those green eyes just called out to her and said so many great things. Things which Laurel could only begin to describe through mere words.
"You didn't answer my question, though," Harry said.
"Well, I was angry after what happened with Sara and Liv," Laurel admitted. "And that anger, it nearly got the better of me. I didn't have it together, and my parents divorcing didn't help either. It was just one thing after another, and I hit one of the more seedy clubs in Starling City. And trust me when I see, there are a lot of seedy clubs in Starling City. Maybe not as bad as Gotham, but they are there."
Harry invited Laurel to continue with the conversation. Laurel drew in a deep breath and continued to move forward with the conversation. Now she had the courage to speak, it was only a matter of time before she told this story to Harry.
"I got into trouble," Laurel said. "I had self-defense lesson, but one of them must have attacked me from behind. Maybe I didn't care. I didn't know whether or not they were going to kill me or worse….guess it was a good thing that I didn't find out."
Another sigh passed from Laurel, sounding about as ragged and frustrated as possible. Harry leaned in and put a hand on the side of Laurel's shoulder. He gave it a squeeze and gave her the strength to continue to talk. There was something shaky about her voice, but Laurel just had to do what she could to pass on through.
"She saved me. Brought me to a safe house to clean up, and also told me that I was going on a very self-destructive path. After the near death experience, I knew she was right. I found out she was the legendary Lady Shiva. I trained with her in secret, every night she could spare. I got better, and channeled my anger into fighting, something which allowed me to go out there and fight the best I could."
"You think you owe a lot to her, don't you?" Harry asked.
"I do owe a whole lot to her," Laurel said. "And I've gone from someone feeling sorry for themselves and angry at everyone, to a skilled warrior. I'm not the best, but I'm not the worst. Unfortunately, I'm good enough to make him upset."
"Silver Monkey?" Harry asked.
"Yes," Laurel agreed a second later. "For the longest time, he was considered to be Lady Shiva's best student. He was her prize pupil, the fighter which all had to live up to. I beat him in a sparring session a few months ago, and he's had it out for me ever since."
"And he won't rest until he's reclaimed his honor," Harry said.
"Unfortunately, no," Laurel said. "So, are we going to go after him?"
"Yes, they're not too far from here," Harry said.
Sara pushed back against the wall. She found a way to take one of the daggers. They felt like burning hot embers clutched in hand. Yet, the embers did not burn Sara, they just empowered her to be something better. Sara pushed the dagger into the ribs of one of the attackers and brought her back.
Barbara deflected one of the attacks from an opponent and knocked the assassin high above the top of the perch point. The skilled woman showed some acrobatic abilities, running up the wall and turning around. One of the attackers turned to try and run Barbara through with a sword. Barbara just barely blocked the attack and came back with a repeated series of punches which stunned the attacker further. Barbara twisted the ninja around the arm and brought him down to the ground with a solid Curb-Stomp style takedown.
"You have a few questions?" Sara asked.
"Later," Barbara said.
Barbara swept underneath one of the ninjas. One of her friends being alive after being presumed dead, well, to be honest, Barbara was not too surprised. She spent half of her life in Gotham City, surrounded by the strangeness the city had to offer. The girl jumped up high into the air and brought a kick down onto the back of the neck of the attacker. The attacker flopped face first onto the ground.
"I figured about as much," Sara said.
Sara avoided the next attack. The daggers came through the air. Sara took them away and engaged the ninja shot for shot with the daggers.
Nyssa caught one of the ninjas in the back of the leg with an arrow. The discipline needed to fire an arrow at such a point grounded in Nyssa's mind. Much to her surprise, the ninja faded into a puff of smoke, disappearing in a blink of an eye.
'Never expected that,' Nyssa thought.
Very nearly one of the ninjas dropped down from the heavens above and came down onto the back of the head of the Daughter of the Demon. Nyssa turned around and planted a dagger into the stomach of the ninja in question. The deadly assassin pulled back and disappeared.
"It's like these attacks aren't working," Barbara said. "How are you holding those things? They pass through my fingers."
"White Canary privileges?" Sara asked.
The response sounded very flippant, but Sara did not have a better explanation to give to Barbara. One of the ninjas charged into place and came just precious inches away from skewering Barbara. Barbara jumped up against the wall and brought down a huge boom onto the back of the head of the ninja.
"Okay, this isn't going to be pleasant."
Nyssa caught the second of the wall with an arrow. The impact caused the wall to crack and several rocks to topple to bury the ninjas underneath the attack.
A second passed and Sara stood face to face with one of the lead ninjas. The ninja opened her hand and a sonic cry came out from it. Sara had been whipped back against the ground, the sonic vibrations rattled her head. Sara tried, perhaps in a very futile manner to get back up and to avoid the cry coming from the hand of this mysterious ninja. Despite her attempts, Sara had been brought down to the ground.
'Going to suck big time,' Sara thought, shaking her head.
Sara's ability to fight through anything reared its head. She jumped up and caught one of the ninjas with a leaping kick to the side of the head. The ninja dropped down onto the ground. Sara pulled the ninja's head back and put an arm underneath the chin. Slowly, Sara shoved her foot down onto the back of the neck of the ninja and dropped her down to the ground.
The ninja slipped out and pulled out a sword with a picture of the infamous White Canary in the hilt. The flames shot towards Sara. Sara avoided the attack and dropped down onto the back of the head of the creature. Sara grabbed onto the wall and took a deep breath.
She screamed, screamed like she never screamed before. It was just on an impulse, for Sara to let go with a scream. The vocal cords vibrate, and the enchantments in the temple empowered her to take down the ninja dressed in white with a sonic scream.
The ninja's blade still retracted. Sara jumped down onto the back of the head and took the blade away from the ninja. The blade held in Sara's hand and had been put in the throat of the ninja. The ninja faded into dust and faded from the temple. The other white-cloaked warriors followed.
A sound of someone clapping slowly, but loudly followed. Sara, with her newly acquired sword, turned around. The flames around the sword burned out, and turned into a medallion which was much similar to Harry's.
"Very good, we had to be sure you were worthy," the woman said. "If you weren't, you would not have have passed the test."
"Test?" Barbara asked. "Okay, can someone bring me up to speed. I'm normally pretty smart here, but I won't lie, I'm kind of lost."
"I have it," Sara said.
"Yes, you have."
The hood dropped to reveal Fleur's smiling face. Sara clutched the White Canary medallion. She fought to the medallion, with a little help from her friends. Well at least Nyssa and Barbara intended to help, but they could not get any shots in the endless array of ninjas.
"You earned it," Fleur said. "And I would invite you to the ceremony tomorrow night where I tell them our queen has returned. My mother and aunt will be very pleased….and tell the Dragon he is more than welcomed to come here as well. I'm certain that my sisters in the White Canary tribe will wish to thank him for saving their Queen and bringing her to her full potential."
Fleur leaned forward and gave Sara a very passionate French kiss. The energy around the temple started to build around Sara.
"Is it just me, or is it starting to get a little hot in here?" Barbara asked a second later.
"Trust me, it's not you," Nyssa said.
The two women parted their ways , ending the kiss. A small amount of salvia hooked both of their lips together. Fleur just smiled and disappeared into a blast of fire.
After all that, Sara had the White Canary medallion.
'Well, Harry, I got it,' Sara said. 'Did you take care of Laurel?'
'Excellent,' Harry thought. 'Laurel and I…well that's a long story as well.'
'You didn't bang my sister yet?' Sara asked. 'Oh, Harry, I think you're losing your touch.'
'Actually, we were interrupted by ninjas just when we were about to kiss, and do even more,' Harry thought.
'Real mood killer there,' Nyssa interjected in a very serious tone.
Laurel wanted to prove it to herself that first sparring session was not the result of the Silver Monkey getting a bit too arrogant for his own good. She wanted to prove how good she was, how well trained she was. Dinah Laurel Lance took a deep breath in response.
"The ninja made his way into this warehouse," Harry said.
"Unless he shed the tracker?" Laurel asked.
"No, can't be, it's not a physical tracer," Harry said. "It's done completely by magic."
"Magic?" Laurel asked. "Babs owes me ten bucks!"
Harry just looked amused at that outburst. There was no doubt a very interesting story there, and he hoped Laurel shared it soon enough. Now they had to focus on the ninjas, and there would be plenty of ninjas. There were always plenty of ninjas.
"We'll worry about whether or not magic exists or not later," Harry said. "Right now, we have company."
As if right on cue, the ninjas dropped down onto the ground. They formed a circle around Laurel and Harry. Neither of them wanted to be the one that made the first move.
"Duck!"
Laurel wondered why Harry told her that. Not wanting to waste any time questioning it, Laurel dropped down into a crouching position. The shuriken came out of nowhere, and Harry waved his hand. The shuriken came back and exploded, causing the ninjas to be encased in some kind of sticky substance which kept them locked onto the ground.
"This is getting old!" Laurel yelled. "If you really were any kind of a fighter, you would face me one on one."
The fabled Silver Monkey dropped down onto the ground.
"You're the one who travels with him," Silver Monkey said. "I was light on you, and you returned the favor by humiliating me. And then you dare spurned me. No one spurns me."
"Given you where that mask, I would think you would get spurned a lot," Harry said.
The Silver Monkey's fingers tightened around the blade. The warrior took in a deep breath a second or so later and looked straight on forward. His eyes flared very angrily when taking a long look at both Laurel and Harry. The attacker did not do anything.
"One against one, I came here for," Silver Monkey said. "But, I will be proven to be the greatest warrior of all time, when I take down the fabled dragon."
Silver Monkey slipped a gauntlet with steel claws on. He jumped down for the attack. Harry flashed out of the way, and the Monkey dropped down onto the ground.
The second passed before Laurel caught the Silver Monkey with a kick to the side of the head. Another kick had been avoided with the Silver Monkey flipping into the air. The two fighters circled each other. The Silver Monkey pulled out a huge chain with a weight on the end and swung it towards Laurel.
"Hope you know how to handle that thing," Laurel taunted him. "But, I'm guessing you don't have a clue, do you?"
The weight smashed on the ground with Laurel throwing herself high into the air and landing on the ground directly next to the Silver Monkey. The Silver Monkey charged the woman in question and went to attack her one more time. An attack had been blocked, and Laurel flipped him onto his feet.
The Silver Monkey showed a slight amount of agility by dropping down onto the ground firmly. The Black Canary viewed him, a slight smile passing over her face. The Silver Monkey charged in for the attack, with the Black Canary blocking the uppercut punch, and coming back with a succession of attacks on her own.
Harry moved into the shadows, watching the battle. Laurel handled herself pretty well against this attacker, but then again, if she was half as good as Sara, then an amateur like Silver Monkey should be no problem whatsoever. The Silver Monkey charged Laurel and Laurel dodged the attack.
"Stay still!"
A flash of light appeared above their heads. The Silver Monkey had been surprised, and this caused Laurel to grab him around the head. The two struggled down onto the ground. The Monkey slipped a dagger into his hand and went to stab Laurel. Laurel twisted the man's wrist.
The sound of cracking bone followed, with Laurel pushing the Silver Monkey down onto the ground. She buried a knee into the side of the Monkey's elbow, taking him down to the ground. One more huge punch resulted in the Silver Monkey being taken down.
Just to make sure he was taken down and would stay down, Laurel jumped into the air and drove her foot down across the head of the Silver Monkey.
The ninjas moved in to protect their master. The woman who dropped down, wearing a white hood, turned her hand and opened it up. A sonic cry erupted from the palm of her hand and brought the ninjas down to the ground. This allowed Harry to jump in and take them down.
"Thanks," Laurel said. "Um, whoever you are?"
"Actually, since I'm here, and you are...I suppose the cat's out of the bag."
The hood dropped down, and Sara smiled. Laurel almost staggered back, unable to believe it.
"Sara?" Laurel asked, uncertainly. "I haven't been drugged or anything, haven't I?"
"No," Sara said. "Trust me, I'm here….I'm alive….and I'm sorry….well about a lot of things. Which we can talk about later."
Laurel answered with a nod. The two of them had a conversation with each other, which both suspected were long overdue. It wasn't exactly the way either of them envisioned meeting with each other. And Laurel had questions, namely about the medallion around Sara's neck.
'So, you decided to reveal yourself to her?' Harry asked.
'Yeah, I figured it was best to do it now, and get it over with,' Sara said. 'I'm not sure how I'm going to explain to her how I can't go home just yet, even though I'm alive. And I'm not sure if she's still mad at me about the entire Liv thing. Guess, I'll know when she gets over the entire shock of me being alive.'
The younger Lance sister took in a deep breath and allowed everything to come in.
'At the very least, I've finally got the medallion,' Sara thought. 'You wouldn't believe the hell I had to go through to get my hands on it though.'
'Well, finally you got it, and that's all that matters,' Harry thought. 'We can work from there on it.'
'Yeah, we can,' Sara said. 'So, what do we do with this guy?'
'Silver Monkey?' Nyssa asked. 'Actually, I've got a few things to say to him. Just bring him up, because I'm curious to see what he intended to accomplish.'
Harry almost felt sorry for the Silver Monkey now that he was under the tender loving care of Nyssa. Almost, but not quite, given how that bastard interrupted a very private moment.
"So, this isn't a dream?" Laurel asked.
"Well, depending on how mad you are at me," Sara said. "It could be a nightmare…and I guess the two of us are going to have to talk long and hard about this, actually have a conversation with each other, you know, like sisters should have."
Laurel had been very anxious, and at the same time, very excited about the fact she would finally have a conversation with her sister.
Silver Monkey's anger reached a boiling point. Not only did he fail to take down the unworthy student of Lady Shiva, but he found himself secured in some dark room. The ropes tied around the Silver Monkey made it very difficult to move.
"I demand you release me at once," Silver Monkey said.
"It's funny how a glorified servant like you would make demands of me."
The lights came on a few seconds later, and the Silver Monkey looked up. The smell of the dungeons indicated he was not in an ideal situation, and the trouble he was in pretty much increased. Nyssa al Ghul, one of the daughters of the great Ra's al Ghul, looked at the Silver Monkey, with contempt.
"I wonder if Lady Shiva knows about this deception," Nyssa said. "Perhaps I should ask her about it."
"She…she doesn't value my service," The Silver Monkey said.
"Well, if Lady Shiva doesn't value something about your service," Nyssa said. She paused and decided to twist the knife a little more into the Silver Monkey's paw. "Then, there must be something about your service which is lacking."
The Silver Monkey grimaced at these words. He took one look at the area of the Dungeon and realized there were only two exit points. The first was a very small window which a grown man such as himself had pretty much no hope of squeezing out. And the other exit point was the door which Nyssa positioned in front of. Fighting through her in his condition would be ill-advised.
Not to mention the fact he had been bound and secured. The Silver Monkey's eyes locked onto her.
"I trained my entire life, and fought up through the ranks," the Silver Monkey said. "And Lady Shiva replaces me with an outsider. Someone she found up the street. She did not spend her entire life training to be the very best. She's nothing, but someone who Lady Shiva took pity on."
Nyssa's laughter grew in prominence. She was more amused than anything when looking down at Silver Monkey's face, well covered in that mask. Given how she saw the man's face in light, the mask was most certainly an improvement.
"You know as much as I do that Lady Shiva doesn't take pity. She only sees potential. And she saw someone who had the potential to be molded into a great warrior. Someone who humiliated you twice."
"I won't let my guard down again," Silver Monkey said. "I will get out of here, and the next time I get out of here, the Black Canary will be dead. Do you hear me, dead?"
"Yes, I've heard this same song and dance more times than I care to remember," Nyssa said. The tone in the woman's face became bored. "And you really think I would give the opportunity to allow you to escape? Truthfully, your delusions have reached a new height."
Nyssa slipped a blade into the palm of her hand. There was no reason why she needed to torture the Silver Monkey. Nyssa saw nothing she could get out the man which would help her on this mission.
"The League does not take too kindly to traitors, and by attacking the pupil of a respected associate of the League, you have betrayed us," Nyssa said.
"Then put me on trial with the League," the Silver Monkey said.
"You're amusing," Nyssa said. "You have delusions of grandeur as well. The League has more important matters to worry about than someone who got his feelings ruffled because someone who wasn't training their entire life managed to gain Lady Shiva's favor above him. Which is an indictment of your skills, I should note."
The Silver Monkey growled in response.
"I'm going to deliver you to Lady Shiva," Nyssa said. "She doesn't take too kindly to traitors either, or failure. And you are both, Silver Monkey."
"I will kill her," Silver Monkey said.
"You threaten Laurel again, and I will cut you from ear to ear," Nyssa said. "Shiva will understand if I do so. But, perhaps you will suffer more at her hand. Perhaps, she will explain to you all the ways which Laurel defeated you and how you are inadequate as both a fighter and a man."
'Silver Monkey?' Nym asked. 'More like Butt Monkey.'
'Indeed,' Nyssa responded with dry amusement.
Three long years passed, and Laurel did not know what to say. She imagined what to say to Sara this entire time, but imagining what to say, and actually living it, it was too different things.
"Okay, I guess I'm going to be the one to break the ice," Sara said. "Three years ago, I left, and I left with your girlfriend."
"Yeah, you did," Laurel agreed. "I don't suppose I can really blame you. Liv and I…well I was the one who thought I could tame the party girl. I knew her reputation of sleeping with pretty much every woman she could get her hands and mouth on."
"Yes," Sara said. "But, she's matured a lot since then. Something happened."
Sara did not have it in her to explain what exactly happened, the entire universal swap and everything. Mostly because an already frustrating situation would grow even more frustrating by explaining that sort of thing to her sister.
"I imagine she might have," Laurel said. Something hit Laurel instantly. "Wait, are you saying that Liv is alive, and you've seen her….."
"Like, I said, long story," Sara said. "But the short of it is that she owes some super-secret government agency a favor, and they like cashing in on their favors. So…..she's working with them until she gets released."
"Well, at least I can bring you home," Laurel said.
Sara wondered when they were going to go that particular situation.
"Actually, I can't go home," Sara said. "I made a promise, to see this through until the end….and I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm not the same person who left three years ago."
"Promise, what promise?" Laurel asked.
"To, Harry," Sara said. "He saved my life from some mercenaries on the island of Lian Yu….let's just say they call it Purgatory for a good reason."
Laurel heard of the island, Lady Shiva mentioned it a couple of times in passing.
"Harry would want me to go home, that's the funny thing," Sara said. "But, I want to be with him. He's….he's….well he's a long way from home, and there's no way he can get back."
"You mean he's an alien?" Laurel asked. "A magical alien?"
Sara laughed.
"Well, as far as I know, no," Sara said. "There are different versions of Earth out there, and Harry's from one. He has a feeling the moment he stepped through the Veil to get here…his world perished. He was an anchor to that world, whatever that means."
"Is he sure he can't get home or just guessing?" Laurel asked.
"Harry's hunches are normally on point," Sara said with a shrug. "It has to do something with this….well these…the medallions."
Sara pulled out the medallion with the depiction of a beautiful pure white canary on it. Laurel touched her fingers on it, and instantly, a wave of energy passed through her body, from the medallion.
"Oh, Laurel, are you okay?" Sara asked.
"I think so," Laurel said.
"They have defenses on them, Harry's is quite nasty, and the Spider medallion, the guy who put that on got turned into some kind of spider monster, "Sara said. "If I had to guess, the magic realized you weren't a threat, so it didn't fry you as bad."
Laurel just gave a smile. "Well good thing. It was just a really bad bout of Static electricity, really."
A moment passed and looked at Sara directly in the eye.
"You leaving messed things up," Laurel said. "Mom and Dad got divorced, and Dad, well he spends more time drinking than thinking. Mom left to Central City, after everything. And I…well until Lady Shiva found me and trained me, I was in a pretty dark place as well."
"You?" Sara asked. "Perfect Laurel?"
"It's been a long time since you called me that," Laurel said.
"Only when I was pissed off when you took the self-righteous act when we were kids," Sara said. "And…you were right, some of the time."
"But not all of the time," Laurel said.
"Laurel, I'm glad to see you again," Sara said. "I was afraid what would happen if we ran into each other. I spent the last couple of days avoiding you, but I guess fate pushed us together."
"Yes," Laurel said. "I guess it did."
Sara and Laurel moved into the center of the room. The two of them looked at each other, their hands placed on each other.
"I love you, Sara," Laurel muttered in her sister's face.
"I do too," Sara said. "I think I was only with Liv because it would get me closer to you, in some weird way. Granted, she's….I'm pretty sure she would be good in bed."
"Oh, she is," Laurel said. "What do you mean, closer to me, through her."
"Well, isn't it obvious," Sara said. "I know society says it's wrong. I don't give a fuck."
"Neither do I, if you don't."
Both Laurel and Sara met with the center. They were going to be sister wives soon enough, so they should get used to being comfortable with each other. The power of the medallion gave them one more thought, with Sara slowly pushing her lips against those of her sisters.
Laurel reached behind her and closed the door. The last thing they needed was the maid walking in on Laurel having sex with her dead sister.
'Okay, that sounded weird.'
To Be Continued on June 27th, 2017.
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