"After you, Peaches" murmured Negan in a husky voice into her ear as he held open the door to the large and looming building.
Blake instantly wrinkled her nose, shooting Negan a smirk as she slid easily by him, stepping inside and gazing about at the large entrance hall.
The inside the house itself, set upon a slight mount in the centre of the Hilltop, the interior was grand and impressive. And although perhaps it was a little stuffy for Blake's taste, it was still beautiful all the same, with its winding staircase, oil paintings pinned to the panelled walls and high ceilings adorned with carvings and chandeliers.
"Wow, now this is a bit different from the Sanctuary…" she breathed, her green eyes flickering about the room.
But almost instantly, she felt Negan's tall, broad form reach her shoulder, his fingers entwining neatly with hers once more.
He gave a loud scoff.
"Pfft," he said waving his hand dismissively. "Shit like this is all well an' fuckin' good when you're tryin' to impress, Sweetheart. But heatin' a place like this must be a goddamn nightmare. An' hell, those doors ain't keeping out a horde of those dead-shits for very long."
That was indeed true. The fortified factory she and Negan lived in, was indeed far better protection in this world, than a place like this, but even so-
"I don't know…" said Blake in a goading voice, giving a hefty sigh. "I still kinda like it."
She glanced Negan's way.
"What do you think?" she purred, nudging him with her hip as they strolled forwards. "Vacation home?"
And at this Negan presented Blake with perhaps the widest grin she had ever seen, gazing at her in utter awe.
"Now that is an idea I can fuckin' get behind, Doll-face," the dark-haired Saviour growled back. "You, me, a queen size, and a hot tub out back. Phew, I can think of a million fuckin' reasons to love that."
Here they were, the two of them. An almost perfect match for one another. No one could deny that.
Both dressed in black, both tall and beautiful…and both with pasts that had shaped them into what they were today.
They had come out stronger from all the shit they had been through.
And as a pair, that strength was obvious to anyone. An utterly formidable duo.
Negan gave a lingering chuckle, digging his cheek with his tongue before he dragged his eyes finally away from hers, staring about.
The two of them automatically made a beeline for the set of double doors straight ahead, Negan giving them a shove open with the end of Lucille, just as they heard a hurried set of footsteps behind them.
Blake glanced around, as she and Negan made their way into a large ornately decorated office, and rolled her eyes.
For there was the bearded Gregory, striding across the entrance hall towards them.
"Wow," said Negan, his voice sounding slightly different now, with a sarcasm lingering there that could only be for the leader of the Hilltop. "Now you know what this room needs?"
And with that, Negan arched his back and pointed up at a blank space upon the wall dead-ahead.
"A goddamn nice paintin' of a guy ridin' a horse," he finished, pursing his lips.
And it took all of Blake's effort not to roll her eyes at this.
For she knew just what painting he was talking about. The painting now sitting in the Saviours rec room, that Simon had snatched from this very place long ago, Negan had told her that during her tour of the Sanctuary during her first week of being there.
But Gregory ignored Negan's comment, moving around the pair and coming to stand before the dark-haired man.
"Let me just say if there's anything I can do to help in your search….Negan," said the old man in a grovelling sort of tone, flashing Negan what he likely thought was a warm smile. "Anything I can do at all….I just want to prove to you how loyal both I, and my people here, are."
A frown line twitched its way between Blake's brows now.
Ugh, she hated this man already…just the way he spoke, making her skin crawl.
But she knew of course that Negan took to fools even less that she did. And she barely had to look upon at the dark-haired Saviour's face, already correctly predicting what his expression would be.
"Now that..." Negan said, taking an inch step into the Hilltop leader. "…is good to know, Greg. You know there is nothin' I like better than a guy or gal willin' to come around to my way of thinkin'. Ain't that right, Peaches?"
But Blake merely shot Negan a lingering look, but didn't smile, retracting her hand from his and folding her arms across her chest coldly, her green eyes soon drifting over to Gregory.
"Hmmm, I'm not so sure though," said Blake sucking on her teeth momentarily. "See I think Greg here once feigned his loyalty to Rick too….when he thought he could get something out of it."
Now the older man almost immediately looked her way, shooting her a scathing look.
"I'm sorry, and you are?" he bit back in an airy sort-of voice, than instantly made Blake's hackles raise.
God, he reminded her so much of David. So dismissive, so arrogant…
"Blake," she growled out now, lowering her chin darkly.
But Gregory had already turned away from her, almost the moment she had spoken.
"Right, right," he nodded, barely even waiting for her answer and gazing back at the leader of the Saviours. "Negan, I can assure you, my loyalty does not lie with those people…it lies only with you….like it always has."
But Negan's had already narrowed his eyes, a furious looking twitch, tickling away inside his clenched jaw, as he stared down at Gregory, his mouth turned down into a grimace.
"See the thing is...Greg…" Negan growled in a low intimidating voice, lifting Lucille and pressing the end of it into Gregory's chest. "I think I am more inclined to listen to Peaches here…an' I have a feelin' that you might just be one hell of a sneaky son of a bitch who will try an' double cross me first chance he fuckin' gets."
But the leader of the Hilltop shook his head quickly.
"No….please, Negan….I would never ever do that," said the old man, a gulp sliding its way down his throat. "You have to believe me. I am loyal to you. I have provided for you…and whatever, Bea here, says-"
But at this dismissive use of the wrong name, Blake gave a growl beneath her breath, her eyes blackening.
"You'd never be loyal to anyone," she suddenly hissed, taking a step forwards and pulling the gun from the back of her pants. "You're an asshole who only thinks about himself and what he can benefit from any arrangement he makes. I've known men like you. Spineless, pathetic snakes."
She pressed the barrel of the gun into Gregory's chest in the space beside Lucille, feeling a new-found confidence built from the anger swirling inside her.
"So, go," she murmured. "We'll find you when we're done taking a good look around. And then you can try and grovel a bit more, if that's what you really want to do."
With that, with his eyes flicking first from Blake and then to Negan, Gregory gave a swift nod, pulling himself away from the pair of them and hurrying off, leaving the room without even uttering another word.
Negan waited until he heard the front door slam closed, before he finally let out a long and carrying whistle of approval.
"Wow," he said, turning to Blake, biting down onto his bottom lip and shaking his head, gazing at her as though she was the most precious of jewels. "You are such a fuckin' badass. Fuck me, Daddy is hard just hearin' those bad fuckin' words come out of your mouth like that, Princess."
And with that, Negan, leaning over Blake, gave her the smallest of shoves backwards until her ass collided with the desk behind her.
The caramel-blonde woman grinned, wetting her lips gently with her tongue, and she felt herself getting warm.
She absent-mindedly placed her gun down onto the desk at her side, before her fingers reached up, curling around the grey fabric of Negan's t-shirt, and pulling him into her.
"That so?" Blake purred out in a vixen-like tone, as the dark-haired Saviour's smirking lips hovered just a breath away from hers.
Negan nodded back gently, giving a needy growl, as his hands found the back of her thighs, lifting her up slightly and dropping her back down to the desk behind her.
"Hmmm, you want me to show you, Peaches?" he hummed darkly, settling himself between her legs now as he tugged her ass into towards him.
And with that Blake gave a smile into his mouth, feeling his hard erection pressing into her hot damp core.
"Mmmhmmm, yes, please, Daddy," she smiled, as her eyes flickered over Negan's shoulder devilishly for the briefest of moments, her free hand curling through the back of his dark hair. "But leave the door open…and that way, if Greg does decide to come back, he's going to see how bad we really are…"
And at her goading words, Negan giving a wide wolf-like grin, barely lingered for a moment, before devouring her mouth with his..,.
Twenty hot and dirty minutes later, with papers that had once been on the desk in neat and tidy piles, now strewn haphazardly across the floor, Blake stood just a little way from the window now, tucking her tight black sweater back into her jeans.
Ok, that had been pretty hot, she had to admit…
With her back against the desk….and Negan between her legs…his stiff cock pounding into her tight wet pussy faster and faster…until she had cried out, the butt of her abandoned gun digging into her back…but right then, she hadn't particularly cared, so caught up in the moment.
It had been intense, delicious and dirtier than ever before…and Blake now couldn't help but smile over at Negan as he righted himself too, doing up his large belt buckle once more.
His chocolate eyes soon caught hers and he grinned widely, offering her a small questioning look.
"A badass and a dirty fuckin' girl, all in one mornin'?" he said cocking an impressed eyebrow in her direction. "I am lovin' this new you, Sweetheart."
But Blake, grabbing her gun and shoving it down the waistband of her pants before picking up her abandoned jacket from the floor, merely smirked, giving a small shrug.
"It was always there…." she purred out. "It's just that I had no one to keep up with me, until now…"
Negan stared, his eyes taking in every inch of her, looking absolutely besotted with the caramel-blonde woman now.
But Blake, threading her arms through her coat, merely sidled on up to him, smiling gently.
"Well, I think we've finished checking this room for starters, don't you think?" she asked biting her lip teasingly.
Negan grinned back at her now, grasping up Lucille with one hand and holding out his other arm in a gentlemanly manner.
"Oh, most fuckin' definitely," Negan beamed. "An' so fuckin' far, this is shaping up to be a pretty fuckin' good vacation home don't you think?"
And Blake, grasping hold of his leather clad arm, merely wrinkled her nose, as the pair headed out of the open double-doors and back into the hallway.
"Oh yeah, and we are definitely keeping that desk where it is," she replied, as they walked.
To her right, Negan gave a small chuckle of appreciation, just as the door ahead of them leading into the house itself, was flung wide open, and in walked Dwight followed closely by Arat, both looking out of breath and wide-eyed.
Blake took in a breath. Despite her dirty words earlier, she was grateful that the pair hadn't entered ten minutes prior, the front doorway, giving a good view of the desk in the office directly behind them.
"Any fuckin' luck?" Negan barked, lifting his chin and eyeing the duo, the cheerfulness soon dropping from his features.
But Arat, pursing her lips and giving a hard sigh, shook her head ashamedly.
"We've checked all the outbuildings…and, nothing," she uttered tensely.
Negan gave a hard sniff and beneath her grasp on his arm, Blake could feel the dark-haired Saviour tensing slightly at this disappointing news.
"Well then get the boys to check the rest of the fuckin' rooms in here," he murmured back in a deep voice, gesturing up the stairs with Lucille as he spoke. "We ain't leaving without that fuckin' prick. We clear?"
Dwight nodded.
"Crystal, Boss," the blonde man uttered promptly, before heading back out the door beginning to round up the rest of their men.
Arat lingered for a brief minute, looking as though she wanted to say something, but refrained.
But Blake could of course read her like a book and she took that as her hint.
"I'm just going to wait outside," the caramel-blonde woman said, swiftly dropping her arm from Negan's, and heading out of the door, not wanting to get in the way…
..because that wasn't what she was here for.
It was raining now harder than it had been earlier, Blake looking skyward as she exited the building.
She stepped aside as Dwight and six or seven or so of the Saviours all filed past her heading promptly into the house, each one of them offering her a familiar nod or grin as they went.
It was a strange feeling to actually be part of something….even back during the time she had spent at Alexandria with David…..she had never truly felt like they were HER people.
But now, with the Saviours, it was a whole different life…..and being this close to Negan obviously helped matters.
Although despite her rocky beginning, it was now obvious that Blake had garnered her own level of respect amongst the people of the Sanctuary. And that they liked her perhaps even a little more than they did Negan on occasion.
For whereas he could be a tough and harsh leader…
…Blake was kind and considerate…..but yet perhaps still as formidable on occasion.
Making her way across the grassy yard, winching a little against the falling rain, Blake gazed around, eager to take a small peek at the little fenced-off garden at the bottom of the walled-in expansive space.
But she had barely even a gone a few paces, when a sudden hand grabbed her shoulder, spinning her back around.
"Blake," came a voice, but the caramel-blonde woman jumping in fright, instinctively pulled her gun from her pants, frowning hard…
…but she faltered slightly, her eyes meeting with the short, brunette, face of-
"Enid," she breathed out, lowering her weapon slightly, as the young girl stared back at Blake wide-eyed.
Blake had hoped to avoid both Enid and Jesus. But yet here they were…
She gave a small inward sigh.
"W-What are you doing here…with him?" asked the young brunette accusedly, in a hurt-sounding voice. "After what he did to Glenn…to Abraham-"
But a dark look passed over Blake's features now, as she gave the slightest of pissed-off grimaces.
"Let me stop you right there," she uttered in a cold sort-of voice. "I am truly sorry for what happened to them, I am. But things have changed."
But at Blake's words, Enid gave a scowl.
"He's still a murderer. Negan," she said bluntly, in a hollow voice, leaning forwards and pointing at Blake. "And you're here waltzing around with him…like his pet."
What?
Blake's eyes blackened almost instantly, an anger bubbling inside her .
After everything that had happened to her in her life, after dealing with David's abuse, having him treat her like something he would find on the bottom of his shoe…. being called a pet, hurt more than any insult she had heard banded around about her before.
Blake gave a gulp, staring hard at Enid, feeling utterly furious and taking a threatening step toward her.
"Don't you dare ever, ever call me that," Blake breathed in a dangerous voice. "You stupid girl. You seriously have no idea what I've been through. Your friends back there in Alexandria…Rick, Tara, Rosita...they turned their back on me when I needed them and yet that man over there, Negan…"
Blake pointed back to the house, her voice growing ever more heated.
"…he saved me….and rather than pulling me down like David did, or your friends did….he was the only one who treated me like I was human and not just some sorry woman who got knocked around by her boyfriend. So don't you dare judge me, and look me up and down like you're disappointed in me. Because no matter what you think of me. or him, or the Saviours, we will always be on that top rung looking down on you…."
And with that Blake stepped forwards, so that she was just an inch away from Enid now, the young girl, breathing hard and looking scared.
"...and before you talk to me like we're friends….or patronise me..." Blake finished. "...you'd better realise you're pissing off...because I am not a person you want to get on the wrong side of anymore."
That was the truth and right now both she and Enid knew it.
The teenager let out a shaky whimper as Blake backed off slightly, still holding the gun in her hand as rain fell down onto their heads harder now.
She wasn't regretful for saying those things to her. But, fuck, she was sick of people she knew, talking down to her and blaming her for joining up with Negan and his people.
This was her choice and they had all made their decision when they believed David over her…when they turned a blind eye to his actions…when they allowed her to get hurt over and over again.
So she wasn't sorry now. Not one little bit.
But the caramel-blonde woman could only roll her eyes as the long haired figure of Jesus appeared just to their right, stalking quickly over towards them.
"Enid, are you ok?" he asked gently, but his eyes were not on the young girl anyway, but on Blake instead, his face expressionless.
Blake knew exactly what he was thinking….he was a clever man. And unlike Enid he could obviously tell that Blake was more to Negan than just a pet….that she was far more of a threat than that.
But Enid didn't reply, merely turning on her heel, looking wounded, and heading off back in the direction of the large group of people, still milling around the centre of camp, waiting for the Saviours to leave.
But now it was just Blake and Jesus, standing there alone, as the rain fell all around them.
But she did not take her eyes away from his, her face set.
Blake did half expected him to snarl at her now, to tell her to go…to offer her some snide remark.
But he didn't, and after a moment or two, the long haired man spoke, in a calm and surprisingly soft sort-of voice.
"I'm sorry for what David did to you," he said suddenly, causing Blake to blink a little, a lump appearing in her throat, taken aback. Not expecting these words at all. "My old man used to beat my Mom up when I was a kid, so I know what it's like to feel scared and alone and think you don't have anywhere to turn."
Rain pitter-pattered all around...
Blake tilted her head, her chest rising and falling hard, as she felt her heart thudding way inside her chest.
Furious tears pricked at her eyes as her lips twitched….so desperate to say something back…
But for some reason she just couldn't find the words.
And it came as a relief when suddenly there was a loud cry and a yell from over to their right, as both Blake and Jesus looked around to see a man being thrown out of the door of the large looming house, him tumbling swiftly to the floor and landing on the wet grass.
Blake raised her chin, noticing Dwight, Arat and the tall figure of Negan all striding out of the door, the dark-haired Saviour in particular, advancing on the man on the ground.
That must have been Tony, a thin and scrawny man that Blake had seen at the Sanctuary a few times.
Glancing over, Blake also noticed a crying woman and small boy both cowering in the corner, tears streaming down their faces as Danny pointed a large flat meat cleaver to the young boy's throat.
She bristled at the sight, watching as Negan stepped forwards, rubbing at his mouth with his fingers, Lucille swinging from his hand limply.
But before anything could happen or Negan could do or say anything, the oily figure of Gregory hurried forwards, his hand raised aloft.
"I swear," he said shaking his head and standing before Negan, almost pleading now, giving a shaky laugh. "I had no idea that they were here…"
But Blake gave an instant scowl at his grovelling words, talking two or three sides of her own, as she walked silently over towards Negan and the other Saviours, leaving Jesus where he stood, and watching the scene before her unfold.
Negan now made a face, arching his back easily.
"Oh I think you did fuckin' know all along," he said in a loud voice, raising both eyebrows. "An you know what? I am still deciding outta you an' him, who's gonna face the fuckin punishment for this. I mean, on one hand we've got you….lyin' straight to my face. But on the other hand, here's Tony, putting his life above the lives of not only his wife an' kid, but all of the other fuckin people back at home….all those kids…the moms…those elderly fuckers…putting them . at . risk, all because you were a selfish fuck."
Negan pointed with Lucille over towards Tony, who was now on his knees whimpering, guns pointed towards him from all around.
"Which one do i choose..."
But Gregory gave another laugh…obviously presuming that Negan was joking.
"Come on," he said shifting his weight from foot-to-foot.. "How about we go inside, crack open a bottle of whiskey and talk about things man to man….and then you can do whatever you want with this fella….like I said….I had no knowledge of him being here…."
But Blake gave a growl beneath her breath, lifting her chin and strutting over towards Negan on her long, slender legs.
Negan glanced her way, a flicker of something warm in his eyes as they reached her.
"What do you say, Peaches?" he asked, as she stopped just a few feet away from him, standing at Gregory's side. "You think I should listen to ol' Greg here?"
His lips twitched slightly, but he stayed as stony-faced as ever, seemingly waiting for her answer.
Valuing her opinion just that much.
But before Blake could speak, Gregory had turned to her now, a weak smile at his mouth, insincere and vile.
"Look, Brooke, Sweetheart-" he began in a poisonous voice.
But at his words something in Blake snapped….
And before her now was not Gregory at all…
..it was David…
…and Steve…
…and the Wolves who had tried to rape her…
….it was every guy who had yelled at her on the street or tried to grope her on the dancefloor at a club or on public transport…
And in the blink of an eye, she had lifted her gun aloft, removing the safety and holding the barrel, at once, to Gregory's head.
"My name is Blake," she said in loud voice full of fury, her eyes black and deadly now. "Blake. B.L.A.K.E. And the only person who ever gets to call me anything other than that, is him."
And now she didn't have to point at Negan, for everyone to know who she was talking about. For it was obvious.
The entire yard had fallen silent now, all watching her….all listening to her…..hanging off every syllable.
And Blake knew that they would remember her name.
The leader of the Hilltop looked now as though he was about to cry, his mouth hanging open in utter gaping shock.
But even so, Blake still did not relent and in a second, she had lifted her foot and kicked Gregory hard in the stomach, sending him flying backwards and landing on his ass on the damp ground beside Tony with a loud thud.
A couple of the Saviours around now gave a tittering laugh, as did Negan, but still, none of them spoke, all of them waiting for Blake to continue.
Blake looked to Negan now, who stood there with his chin dipped low, surveying Blake's every move with a wide grin plastered over his bearded mouth...
...looking like the devil in human-form…
But Blake blinked, realising that she probably didn't look far from that either.
He was everything to her. Changing her life in so so many ways.
And what Blake had told Enid had been true…..he had saved her.
He'd made her into something incredible…
…..a queen, where there once had been just a mouse.
Negan, at once, gave a silent nod, encouraging Blake to carry on. And it was only then did she return his grin…
…both looking as dark and dangerous as each other right now….
….but unlike Negan, Blake knew that this was just for here….
…just for now…
…just where it was needed…..
And so lifting her chin and bringing herself up to her full height, as rain fell all around them, Blake turned back to Gregory, pointing the gun once more at his head.
"P-Please," the older man said suddenly, getting to all fours and staring up at her. "I swear, I have and will always be loyal to you...to Negan...to the Saviours..."
But Blake knew that this was easy for him to say here and now, with a gun to his head.
"And how do we know you aren't going to betray us, huh?" said Blake in a cool and collected voice, blinking down at Gregory.
"I wont I swear, B-Blake...please..." Gregory pleaded, clasping his hands before him, as Blake pressed the gun to his temples.
It soothed her now to have him use her name like this...to have it ingrained into his skull. Burned into his mind like this bullet soon would be.
But as glad as she was, she faltered ever so slightly as she lifted her eyes just a little, to see Jesus and Enid stood there now, side-by-side in the surrounding crowd of people.
A gulp trailed its way down Blake's throat, as she parted her lips ever so slightly wavering.
She couldnt do this...
...she wanted to...
...she was angry..
...bitter...
...hurting...
...but even so, this wasn't who she was.
And without being able to help it, Blake lowered her gun, as both Tony and Gregory whimpered at her feet looking hopeful.
But Blake merely turned on her heel, stalking swiftly over to Negan...to the man, she knew, that could do what she couldn't, right now...
... to the man who could finish the job.
And so, pressing herself into Negan's side, Blake pressed her lips to his ear, her fingers curling around his leather-clad sleeve.
"I cant choose," she murmured in a nonchalant, carrying voice, making sure everyone in the crowd could hear her now. "You decide."
And with that, she gave his arm an affectionate squeeze, as she slid her gun into his hand.
Negan grinned down at her, biting down onto his bottom lip with glee at seeing her like this, and leaning his mouth into her hair.
"Oh, Peaches, you are fuckin' somethin', you know that?" he hummed for her and only her to hear, causing a small smile to slide across her lips, as he slowly pulled back from her and walked forwards...over to Gregory.
Fuck, he looked like a god now. Frightening and imposing...
And Blake knew that she wanted him. With every fiber of her body from now, until the end of everything.
She watched with stony green eyes as the dark-haired Saviour now raised Blake's black handgun and pointed it back over towards Gregory's head.
He gave a long sigh now before speaking.
"Y'know maybe the lady's right..." Negan mused, giving a shrug of his shoulders and leaning back on his heels. "Maybe you will betray us, Greg."
"I wont...I promise I wont!" pleaded the leader of the Hilltop, begging Negan now, as both crowds of people stood around watching. Witness to his cowardice.
But Negan merely tutted intimidatingly.
"H'mmm I aint so fuckin' sure-"
And with that, before Blake could even blink, a loud carrying gunshot rang out across the yard.
There was a sudden scream and a cry and it took Blake a long few second to realise what had happened...
...as it did Gregory, who knelt there trembling, and slowly staring over to his left...to where the kneeling figure of Tony swayed on the spot, gaping...his eyes fixed dead forwards...a large red and smoking bullet hole through his heart...
And, in an instant with the cries of his wife and child carrying out behind him, Tony fell, face forwards onto the wet ground...dead.
And it was then that Blake truly realised just how unpredictable Negan was.
But even so, she waited until Gregory had looked back up at Negan and the dark-haired Saviour, dropping Lucille down onto the older man's shoulder, spoke once again, his voice full of darkness.
"You ever betray me, and your fuckin' end wont be so goddamn quick.", Negan said in a low growl, leaning down and baring his teeth. "We understandin' each other?"
And by the look on his face, Gregory certainly did understand as he nodded quickly, his beige pants now covered in mud and blood as it ran from Tony's lifeless body down the slight slope towards him.
Negan soon stood up straight once again, seemingly happy with everything. And, lifting Lucille back up onto his leather-clad shoulder, he swiveled now now on his heel, turning to Arat and Dwight.
"Clear this place out," Negan said in a cold tone to the pair. "Take anythin' you think we might want."
Almost immediately the duo nodded, getting to work as the Saviours filtered from the crowd.
Danny stepped forwards.
"Boss, the wife and kid... what do you want me to do with them?"
At Danny's words, Blake saw Negan suck on his teeth, staring over Danny' shoulder at the grieving widow and the small boy.
But it was Blake's turn to take the lead here, approaching Negan gently.
"Leave them here," she said now, gazing up into Negan's angry chocolate eyes, conveying to him now that he needed to do this. He need just to let them go.
And he did...the dark-haired leader of the Saviours giving Danny a nod...
...before he slowly turned his attention, now, to Blake.
The rain was falling heavy on their heads, both of them utterly drenched now...but that didn't seem to matter.
Negan took a small step into her, gazing at her almost awe-struck by her presence.
"Y'know you are a goddamn queen, Peaches..." he growled, reaching for her hand
But rather than entwining his fingers with hers, Negan brought it up to his lips instead, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles.
Blake smiled, parting her lips, staring up at the dark-haired man.
But this time, as he lowered their hands, Blake didn't let go, instead blinking hard and offering him a wicked grin.
"Oh, I know..." she purred in reply, as everyone around them stared at them both now...
...in fear and awe...
...at the two of them, standing there tall and intimidating...and utterly spectacular...
...the King and Queen of the Saviours.
Was that ok?! 100 chapters guys! 100 chapters for 100 episodes. Can you believe it?!
I want to go on forever. I have some nice little ideas coming up that I can't wait to share. As I'm in the UK I'll be catching up on the new episode on Mondays instead, so no spoilers here.
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