Kel stared at Neal, some what shocked and angered. Her anger for him that she had buried deep within her for the past 5 years was clawing visciously to get out. The look on his face was priceless. She wanted to laugh her head off at the look on his face. She thought he was either going to wet his pants or start crying. Kel kept her dagger at his throat contemplating what do do or say next.

Neal stood there pinned against the wall with a dagger to his throat. *Great Mithros-It's Kel! I'm gonna get it now. Where's Cleon? *his mind screamed. Neal was panicking, he couldn't see her face and that scared him beyond all. Neal gulped, but quickly stopped. His throat had scratched against the dagger's edge scrapping his neck.

Cleon stood there bewildered. *what just happened?* The last thing he remembered was Neal reaching out to the lady and the he was pinned against the wall with a dagger to his throat. Cleon looked at the lady, she was wearing a black veil. *It's Kel! * he creid excitedly. *oh Neal!* Cleon jogged down to wear Neal was pinned against the wall. "Kel." he breathed.

Kel didn't take her eyes off of Neal. "Cleon." she stated numbly. Cleon was alittle taken back, surely she wasn't mad at him. Kel didn't want to act so coldy towards Cleon but she knew she had to if she wanted to do what she had planned for tonight. Her weight on the dagger didn't change, unfortunately for Neal. Neal whimpered. 'Cleon, help me please." he wispered. Kel raised the dagger so it brought Neal's chin up alittle higher. "Nealan of Queenscove, I have the right mind to leave the dagger there and slit your throat ,but the god's are on your side today." Kel removed the dagger, turned on her heel and promptly walked down the hall laughing.

Cleon and Neal stared after the retreating Kel, shaking there heads. "Well, that went better then I thought." Neal smiled shakily.