hello everyone :) i did this chapter as per request of IWantColoredRain who asked for a chapter with jez and morgead in circle daybreak. i was originally going to do one more involved with the other characters, but to be honest i couldn't really think of what they could all do, and didn't really feel like taking up the challenge of trying to write about all the daybreakers interacting with one another while keeping them in character :$ so i hope this is alright with you, IWantColoredRain.

anywho, i don't own the night world or any of the characters present or anything else other than the idea. i assume you can all guess that moregad and jez are 17 and 18 here since it's like right after the book.

(i'd also like to mention i wrote like 90% of this with only my left hand so i'd say i should get some special recognition for that you guys)

enjoy :)

Mansion Break

Idea by IWantColoredRain

Three and a half weeks. That's how long they'd been there. Twenty-four days confined to a house with other people they didn't know.

Circle Daybreak.

Jez still couldn't believe that she was actually there. Or that she was alive.

She was grateful, of course, but Thierry's attendants were smothering – treating her like a child who couldn't be left alone for even a minute. The witches passed her to the vampires who, after the first week and a half, trained with her and then passed her on to Thierry who later returned her to the witches. Every day it was the same routine: wash and heal; train strength and power; debrief by Thierry; return to guarded room with constant witch traffic.

That was another thing; the amount of people under one roof. Jez was never one for crowds. She had grown up an only child with first only Morgead as company besides her uncle, and then her gang – not that they were her gang, or even any gang anymore. She'd always loathed the crowds at school because of the way they lingered and writhed, a living, breathing monster out to engulf her.

But the people in the Daybreak mansion weren't like that, so Jez couldn't really call it a crowd. The staff stayed mostly out of sight, though Jez suspected they were keeping tabs on her, and the rest of the Daybreakers moved with a purpose – whether it was to head to a meal or to train or to crash – and they rarely lingered in the halls.

Several days after her arrival, Thierry would visit Jez's room in the evenings with Daybreakers who often appeared in pairs, giving brief introductions and staying a short while to mingle. Jez wasn't particularly interested in mingling just yet.

She longed for the open road and her bike, and, most of all, she wished for some genuine alone time with Morgead.

That was one of the few luxuries she was offered in very scant quantities. Good food? Check. Large bed? Check. Safe place to sleep? Check. But an extended period of time alone with her soulmate? Goddess forbid!

She didn't know why the witches always butted in. If they expected her to strip down and dance for him they were sorely mistaken. She just wanted time to talk. And that was a little difficult with people rushing in and out of her room with plenty of spare smiles for her and scowls for Morgead. Jez did find, however, that if they were close enough then the soulmate bond was a lot like telepathy. But admirably, if they were close enough, they weren't normally talking.

And so, time to talk was exactly what they were planning.

"Ash says he'll help, but I'm sure it's only because he's bored without his soulmate – what was her name again?" Morgead's eyes were a bright green as he gazed through his bangs at Jez.

They were sitting at opposite ends of Jez's bed facing each other and plotting their escape. Morgead was a shade short of solemnly excited, with tense shoulders and bottomless eyes that were currently glued to hers. Jez was agitated from being cooped up for so long and fidgeting relentlessly with the bedsheets.

"Mary-Lynnette," Jez answered. She and Ash had spent an evening on a tiny balcony talking for hours. They'd met several times when they were younger, and while Jez could barely remember the meetings themselves, she had a vague sense of liking Ash.

Morgead nodded, and while they both knew he didn't care very much for her answer, he seemed to appreciate the sound of her voice. His strategizing face snapped back into place over top of the sceptically feigned interest – he still had trouble caring for humans – and he continued, "He's going to take a bike out and we'll meet him down the road. We leave over the North wall."

The North wall was behind the house in the garden; good coverage and a better story. No one would particularly care if they saw Jez and Morgead strolling out into the gardens together.

"Good. I'm assuming he'll stay out until we're back?"

Morgead nodded curtly and slid to his feet. Offering his arm in a sarcastically gallant manner, he smirked and asked "Ready, milady?"

Jez grinned wickedly and rose as well. "Of course," she slipped her arm through Morgead's and they waltzed out of the room.

They met no one on their way to the garden and promenaded unopposed to the wall. Obviously, an indirect rout was taken and defensive measures were followed.

The wall was at least ten feet tall – solid stone with a wide ledge at the top. Not quite a successful deterrent for a vampire and a hybrid hell bent upon leaving the grounds.

Morgead made a step for Jez with his hands and launched her straight up the side of the wall. Quickly and quietly, Jez pulled herself into a crouch on the ledge and assessed the ground on the other side. No bushes or trees or roots.

"Clear," She was about to jump when she heard a smug snort from behind her. Swiveling so that she could see Morgead, Jez frowned and demanded, "What?"

He was standing a few feet back with his arms crossed and a half smirk, staring at –

"Nothing, just appreciating the view," he was bemused, and Jez realized he'd been staring at her rear end the whole time she'd been on top of the wall – the perfect position for his viewing.

Scoffing, Jez stuck out her tongue and blew him a raspberry before swiftly turning and swinging from the wall.

Jez scanned the area again as she heard the scuff of Morgead's heavy boot kicking off the wall. He vaulted over the top and landed with a feline grace.

He looked up and grinned. And Jez grinned back.

They were out.

Still grinning madly, the pair grabbed onto each other and jogged along the wall towards the front of the mansion. Their only problem manifested itself in the form of a tree they'd dodged around in opposite directions and hadn't let go of each other's hands in time. They swung around the tree, the rough bark biting into their prone skin until they released their grips and slammed into each other's arms on the other side of the tree.

"My plan the whole time," Morgead promised as he made a face and picked strands of Jez's hair out of his mouth.

Jez snorted an agreement that could have been a challenge and they were off again – this time separately.

Giving the too-long driveway a wide berth, the two made their way to the road and walked a mile along it until they saw an ashen figure leaning against a black bike on the side of the road.

"You know, I was mildly concerned he would take it and go," Jez murmured through the corner of her mouth in the hopes that Ash wouldn't hear.

He drew up to his full height as Jez and Morgead neared. Jez had to resist the urge to skip.

Tossing Morgead the keys, Ash said, "You two lovebirds have fun, now," there was poorly concealed self-pity in his voice, but he sauntered off into the woods like he owned the world.

"What're you going to do until we get back," Jez called as Morgead eyed the bike for damage.

Ash lifted a shoulder without turning around. He didn't speak very loudly when he said, "Sulk in the woods, I suppose. Call me when you get back," he tapped a finger to his temple and disappeared around an uprooted tree.

Jez turned back to Morgead after a moment of staring after Ash. Her eyes fell on the bike Morgead was straddling and she frowned briefly.

"That's my bike."

"Obviously," Morgead tossed her the keys. "I wasn't letting that clown touch mine."

Donning a helmet and issuing a punch to Morgead's chest, Jez squeezed in front of him on her bike and started her up.

Trying to push Morgead back a smidge with her body, Jez found him not moving – at all. "Are you trying to annoy me?"

"Maybe."

Morgead slid back after the first few elbows to the gut as she steered, but only enough so that she wasn't pressed right up to the front. He still sat closer than necessary, but with only one hand looped loosely around her waist while the other one was who-knows-where.

Neither of them knew their way around Las Vegas. They'd barely ever been out of San Francisco, let alone California. So they headed in the direction away from where they knew the strip was.

After sorting through a system of sloping roads that became more and more deserted and barren as they went, the pair pulled off to the side and dismounted. They'd been winding their way up the sheer face of a cliff for the past half hour, and had just now crested the top – craggy cliff face falling away on one side and the entirety of the valley opening up on the other.

Shutting off the bike and booting Morgead off, Jez wheeled it off the road and behind a series of scraggly bushes that seemed to grow like weeds everywhere in Las Vegas.

"In case anyone gets any ideas if we're not in sight," Jez explained when Morgead shot her a bizarre look.

He looked both ways down the deserted road with a raised eyebrow, but said nothing. Snorting, Jez grabbed his arm and made off towards the cliff edge.

"If you're planning a dual suicide I think we should probably check some things off our bucket list first," Morgead slanted a mischievous look down at her and wiggled his eyebrow a couple of times.

Jez smirked and asked, "You think you're so special you made it onto my bucket list?"

Morgead's eyes widened dramatically and he made a strangled noise. "That hurts, Jezebel," he dodged a pointy elbow and pounded a fist to his chest. "That hurts me deeply."

"Just come on."

They walked along the edge of the cliff for a while, the afternoon sun beating down so that they soon stopped to rest. Dangling their legs over the edge, the two sat side by side looking out over the valley.

Red-orange slab towers rose in huddles with clusters of bushes clinging to the sides of the mounds and crouching at the bases. Jez couldn't count the amount of cacti that spread below them, but with her slightly heightened vision she could make out iguanas sunning themselves where they were perched on the spiky plants. Past the farthest cliffs, the land flattened out and became barren once more, stretching out past the horizon.

"I regret wearing black," Morgead groaned beside her. He'd discarded his shirt and was lying on his back with one arm slung over his eyes and the other flung out to the side.

How he was any better off spreading himself across the scalding hot desert rocks, Jez wasn't sure. She said, "I don't know what else you would have worn."

She herself was wearing all black as well. And now she felt hot and sticky and tired. Scrubbing at her face, she happened to glance down and catch sight of a small ledge hanging in the shadow of an overhang.

"Hey," she placed her hand on Morgead's chest to rouse him as she crawled into a more maneuverable position. "I've got an idea."

He grunted, but didn't do much else. That is, not until Jez sent a couple of rocks skittering over the edge with her.

Suddenly, he sprung upright and lunged for her, clasping a hand tightly around her forearm and hissing, "What are you doing?"

She was on her chest, holding herself up with her elbows and dangling from her bellybutton down over the edge, toeing the side of the cliff for a foothold. But the surge of fear she felt from Morgead nearly knocked her right off.

Morgead's face was very close to hers, and although his eyes were bright with panic and his hand was white-knuckled on her arm, his voice was calm now as he repeated, "Jez, what are you doing."

"Calm down," she breathed, staring widely into his eyes. His alarm was coursing through her, causing her to tense up and cease her search for a wedge of rock to plant her foot. "I'm just heading down to that ledge down there," she nodded towards the ledge ten feet below her and watched Morgead's eyes flicker briefly to where she'd indicated.

"You know I was kidding about that suicide thing," Morgead said, but he unpinned Jez's arm, and she resumed her blind search with her foot.

"It'll be fine," she promised as she found a hold and lowered herself the rest of the way over the edge. "It'll be cooler down there."

Morgead frowned and stood with his arms crossed above her, leaning over the edge and eyeing her warily. She was too far for him to reach now if she fell, but she had the feeling he would still try.

Scuttling laterally now, Jez swung herself into the shade of the ledge and sighed gratefully. It had to be at least ten degrees cooler down there, and the ledge was bigger than she'd thought.

Feeling smug about her success at first-time rock climbing, Jez grinned up at Morgead as she sat down and laughed, "You coming?"

Grumbling to himself, Morgead followed her lead and lowered himself down after her. Jez tried to pay as little attention to the tight network of muscles bulging in his back and arms as she could.

Slumping into the shade, Morgead sank down with his back against the cool cliff wall and growled, "For fuck's sake, Jez, warn me next time you decide to jump off a cliff." He gripped her around the waist and pulled her back between his legs until her back was flush against his chest, well away from the edge now.

Jez rolled her eyes and muttered, "Drama queen."

But Morgead wasn't saying anything, only pressing her tightly to himself and wrapping his arms around her shoulders and drawing his legs up so that she was barred in. He let his head drop to the crook of her neck and stilled, breathing and staring blankly at the pale skin of Jez's throat.

Sighing and bring her knees to her chest, Jez whispered, "I'm not going to die, you know. I can't; I have to save the world."

The only response was the flutter of Morgead's lashes on her skin.

Sighing again, Jez squirmed into a more comfortable position against her soulmate and gazed out across the valley in the midafternoon sun.

"I missed you, you know. Val wasn't kidding around when he said that."

Jez jumped and blinked open her eyes. She'd been dozing in the heat and had a crick in her neck from it. Trying to ease it out, she uttered, "I know."

She felt Morgead shake his head. "I don't think you do. Jez – I kind of loved you," his voice was hoarse; barely above a whisper. "I probably always have. And you left. Walked out."

Jez bit her lip as he tightened his grip on her. This was what she was expecting, what she was planning to bring up, so why did she want to edge right off the cliff rather than answer? But Morgead was calm, and she was thankful for that, at least.

"I didn't want to, you know. It was the hardest thing I've ever done."

His head pressed harder into her neck and his lips brushed her skin as he murmured, "So then why did you do it?"

"You know why I did. I thought," Jez moistened her lips. "I thought I had to. I thought you would kill me. No – I thought you would hate me."

Morgead's fingers dug hander into her shoulders and he whispered, "I tried."

"It wasn't just hard for you, you know," She growled, angered and guilt stricken by his admission. "I found out I was living a lie. I wasn't a hunter – I was a murderer. Killing my own kind," Jez was filled with disgust for herself all over again. "I was scared, Morgead. I didn't know what to do."

Instead of getting mad like she expected him to, Morgead pulled her impossibly closer and tightened the ring of his body around her. He whispered, "I'm sorry," and brushed his lips feather-light against her collarbone.

Jez wasn't quite expecting this sort of reaction and didn't know how to respond. She'd been used to dealing with a Morgead who got angry, not one that was reasonable. The spark of anger she'd felt a moment before had sizzled out and left her feeling surprized and hot-faced.

Against her collarbone, Morgead breathed, "What's it like? Living as a human, I mean?"

"It's . . . different, "Jez paused and considered her words. "I didn't become completely human, since I'm still half vampire my senses are still shaper and I'm stronger – I'm somewhere in between. But no telepathy; I kinda miss that."

"What about your family?"

Jez sighed. She squirmed as she thought of where to start, and Morgead eventually unthreaded is arms from around her shoulders and looped them around her waist. He slouched down more comfortably and shifted Jez into a more reclined position against his still-bare chest.

Propping his chin on top of her head, Morgead was obviously settling in – waiting for an answer.

Jez sighed again and began with the day she showed up on their doorstep, bag in hand. She ran through her rivalry with Claire, her rule-breaking for her Circle Daybreak missions, the secrets; the lies; the isolation.

When she'd finished, Morgead was quiet for a moment. Jez could feel him working his jaw slightly atop her head until he said, "I could never imagine living with humans like that. Didn't you ever want to . . . you know," he grazed her neck with his teeth, causing a pleasant shiver to crawl up Jez's spine.

"I didn't; not as long as I didn't use my Powers."

Morgead hummed in answer as Jez thought aloud, "In that whole year, I never wanted blood as much as I did yours after we fought. Not even when I first gave up my blood meals. For a moment, I was going to do it – I wanted to drink blood again."

"So why didn't you? Why don't you now? Take blood; live as a vampire again."

"Morgead –"

"If you're a human – Jez you can die. And I don't – what would I – I can't go through that again."

"Morgead, I promise –"

"That's the thing!" Morgead's voice was gruff now, his body tense again. "You can't promise. There's a war coming, Jez, and you're supposed to be the one to stop it."

"Well . . . there's supposed to be others."

A low growl rippled through Morgead's chest, vibrating against Jez's back and tickling at her ears. She shivered, expecting him to shout but wishing he wouldn't.

Instead, he expelled a puff of air through his nose that made her hair flutter and drummed his fingers several times on her knee where one of his hands had taken up residence.

"Fine. There's three more Wild Powers, right? But if even one of them isn't found in time, or dies, or is on their side, or won't help, it's all shot to hell. And I know you'll fight anyway. So please, Jez," he pressed his face into her hair and pleaded, "Think about it."

Jez's shoulders sagged. Because obviously Morgead was right; she would fight. And if she were going to be fighting a losing battle, she'd need all the extra strength she could get.

Quietly, she said, "I'll think about it."

Morgead's whole body seemed to sag with relief. "Good. So, can I kiss you now?"

"Hmm," Jez tapped her chin thoughtfully, pursing her lips. "I suppose."

She'd barely gotten the words out before Morgead had them both in a more proper position for kissing and had closed his lips around hers. He kissed her desperately, clutching her face and holding her close.

The soulmate bond pushed at them, nudging them towards each other's minds, compelling them to flow together.

But their present goal was not trying to connect telepathically to one another.

The cliff they were perched on made it vaguely difficult and perilous work, and after the second time Jez banged her elbow on the rocks, she broke away from Morgead long enough to gasp, "We should have come in a car."

Morgead's answering growl was his affirmation.

Jez learned something that day: Morgead really wasn't very good at unhooking bras. And if he was far enough gone, he found it fit to tear open the fabric with extended canines, clasp be damned.

Her bra was gone – torn; tossed over the edge.

They didn't get too much farther after that. The ground was hard and the ledge narrow; the sun had moved and their shadowy reprieve was quickly becoming an oven.

Finally, Jez collapsed beside Morgead with a frustrated groan after he'd brained himself on a sharp rock. It was too hot to touch now anyway. They were both sweaty and panting and Jez made sure there were a few inches of not-as-hot-as-they-were air between them.

Fifteen minutes later, Jez was wearing her shirt again, Morgead had his belt buckled back up, and the pair had made the return trip up the cliff. It took them another twenty minutes to find the right bushes where Jez had left her bike, and then they were back on the road.

The sky was just beginning to dim by the time Jez and Morgead pulled up to the spot where they'd left Ash. Climbing off from behind Jez, Morgead cast out his mind in search of Ash's and found him already on his way. They had to wait only a few minutes for his arrival.

The Las Vegas heat was disappearing with the sun, and it was cool enough again for roaming hands and lips for those few minutes until Ash's swift appearance.

Once keys had traded hands and threats had been given regarding the wellbeing of her bike, Jez turned back for the mansion and made her way to their point of exit by herself, leaving Morgead and Ash talking together by her bike.

Morgead had caught up with her by the time she'd scaled the wall, and they made it out of the garden without a hitch. But on the way back to the mansion, they were joined by the rival vampire hunter, Rashel Jordan.

She fell smoothly into stride with them, and as if they were continuing some conversation, said "Thierry's looking for you."

It was directed at Jez specifically; Morgead didn't seem to be included in this.

Jez looked sharply at Rashel. "Does he know we snuck out?"

Rashel shook her head and stopped. Jez and Morgead stopped with her.

"He doesn't. But I heard him asking the witches about you earlier."

Jez cursed. Morgead shot her a quizzical look. Being completely cut out of the conversation by the two girls, he was left to wonder when they'd gotten to know each other.

"Has he said anything about Morgead?"

"No, he hasn't mentioned him."

They both turned to look at Morgead as he stood silently regarding them with eyes the colour of glacier ice beneath his hair.

Jez nodded to herself, and like she had a thousand times as gang leader, stuck out her chin and instructed, "Morgead, go catch up with Ash. I'll go talk to Thierry."

"I'll come with," Rashel nodded to Jez. "I've been in my room all day; we can say we've been together. Thierry should be ecstatic about that; no complaints."

Both girls turned as if it was decided and the discussion was over. But just like Morgead had done a thousand times with Jez as gang leader, he scowled, crossed his arms, and growled, "That's a dumb idea. No doubt he knows we were together, he must have seen us. He's Thierry, for God's sake."

Neither girl stopped walking, but Rashel had the decency to glance back over her shoulder at Morgead as she replied, "He was with Hannah earlier today. He didn't notice anything."

Grumbling to himself as the girls left, Morgead backtracked and raced across the forest floor for the road which he now had to call Ash back to before he was out of range.

"Where's Quinn?" Jez asked as she and Rashel strolled back to the mansion.

"To be honest, I thought he was with Ash."

Jez and Rashel laughed, and Jez suddenly realized that Rashel reminded her of Raven. They both had the same serious, level eyes that had the promise of danger twinkling in them; the same delicate poise that marked a predator; the same midnight black hair falling into their eyes.

"I never got a chance to thank you two for what you did for my family after I came here."

"It's no trouble; I actually enjoyed it. I know that might sound weird."

Jez waved off her probing emerald eyes. She had the sudden disturbing thought that Rashel could have been Morgead and Raven's child with the amount of features she shared with them both. Green eyes, thick black hair, slim yet powerful build . . .

"What's wrong?"

Jez realized she'd been making a face. "No, nothing. I just," she cleared her throat; banishing the thought to the deepest recesses of her mind where, hopefully, Morgead would never find it and laugh at her. "But no, I get it. I would kill for something to do around here myself."

"I guess it's worse for you," Rashel mused. "I mean, I get to go on missions every now and then. But you're stuck here since you're a Wild Power. They can't risk you."

"Don't remind me."

"Well maybe we can convince Thierry –" just then the pair rounded a corner and saw Thierry and Poppy heading straight for them.

Thierry looked abused and exhausted, which probably had something to do with the flapping of Poppy's jaw and the frantic motions of her hands. Jez thought it looked like she was building an invisible sand castle in midair. He looked up at the two girls as they entered the corridor speaking his name.

"You should really put a leash on him, Thierry, honestly! I swear he just won't –"

"Poppy, I'm sorry but I'll have to stop you there. We can continue this some other time." He certainly didn't look sorry; he looked relieved. And something in his eyes told Jez he meant to never let the conversation come up again.

Poppy pouted for a full three seconds until Jez and Rashel stopped in front of her and Thierry, and she beamed at them. "Hey, you two. Jez, it's good to see you out and about."

"Yeah, well," Jez shrugged. "Rashel found me sulking around this morning and decided to take me on." She was used to keeping a good sized shield around her mind with all the extra vampires around, so she figured the little reinforced work wouldn't seem too suspicious.

Thierry considered the two of them silently for a moment in which Jez tried not to fidget. He nodded like he accepted the story and said, "That's good. How are you feeling?"

"Alright, I guess. I've got a wicked scar, so that's cool."

Poppy leant around Thierry and shrieked, "I want to see!"

Jez shook her head. "Yeah, I don't think so."

"What? Why?" Poppy looked dismayed at the news that she was being denied permission to see the remnants of Jez's wound.

"Poppy," Rashel said gently. "The stake went in right beside her heart."

Poppy blinked expectantly. Thierry heaved a sigh that sounded suspiciously like the words: "I don't have time for this nonsense." But Rashel was going on, pointing to her chest and saying, "Right here."

Poppy watched Rashel tap once, twice between her breasts before she laughed, "Oh, right! I wasn't thinking. Sorry, Jez."

"It's fine." Technically, Rashel wasn't a hundred percent accurate with where the scar was. It was only about half a hand's length away from the hollow of her neck. In fact, if Jez tugged down the collar of her shirt far enough it could be seen; but she was thankful that Rashel had driven off the enthusiasm of the young made vampire. She was too hyper for her own good. Jez wasn't sure how calm, cool, and collected James dealt with her.

Rashel brushed past Jez and Thierry and took Poppy's arm briefly to guide her off down the hall, suggesting, "Why don't we go see if we can convince James to come to the training room?" And suddenly, Jez was left alone in the hallway with Thierry.

He motioned to the way Jez had just come and they began walking together. Jez wasn't sure where they were headed, but she was sure Thierry had a destination in mind.

Trying to think of something to say, Jez cleared her throat and mumbled, "What were you and Poppy talking about?"

Thierry waved a hand with long, aristocratic fingers. "It's not important, believe me. But I'd like to know how you're adjusting here at the mansion."

"Oh, alright I guess," Jez thought for a minute. "But could you get the witches to lay off a bit? I'm grateful and all," she added hastily, not wanting to sound impudent to a man who'd taken her in and gotten her family to safety. "But they're kind of smothering me."

"Are they still . . . ? I thought I'd told them . . . no matter. I'll let them know they don't have to monitor you so closely from now on."

Jez let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you."

They walked for several moments in silence as something that Jez had been trying not to think about nagged at her. Thierry seemed to sense this and kept quiet.

Finally, just as they turned into the hall with Thierry's office, Jez blurted, "What about Raven? Has she decided if she's going to join Circle Daybreak?"

Thierry paused with his hand on the latch on one of the ornate double doors leading into his office. "I have yet to hear anything more from your friend. I'm sure she's still deciding; it's a big decision."

Jez nodded, though she didn't fully believe him. If she'd wanted to, surely Raven would have come by now.

"I forgot to ask," Thierry mused, pushing open his heavy wooden door and making a not-so-subtle subject change. "How is Morgead doing with all of this?"

"He's fine. I think he's finally getting used to the whole not hating humans thing. And I bet he'll be happier now that the witches won't be all over him every time he comes to see me." She wasn't about to go into all the details with Thierry; like the fact that Morgead resented that she was a Wild Power, or that he often took his bike out at night to feed on humans down on the strip. Those things could stay secret.

Thierry nodded and stepped through the door and into the lavish space beyond. "That's good to hear."

Jez herself nodded and began to leave, but Thierry's voice rang out one final time, bringing her to a halt in the middle of the hall.

It seemed like an afterthought. He glanced over his shoulder and his voice dripped dry amusement as he said, "Oh, and, Jez. The next time you two go and sneak out, perhaps try not going right under my Hannah's window."

The door snicked firmly shut behind him, and Jez stood rooted in the hallway, falling down from her high and cursing the world the whole way down.

i like to imagine that hannah made a valiant effort to try and stop thierry from noticing them, but let's face it: lord of the night world.

so i hope everyone enjoyed, but i'm not gonna lie i had no clue where i was going with this i hope that didn't show through too much XD ok review people! thans for reading :)