Chapter 18 has arrived! Hurrah! I enjoyed writing this chapter and I hope you enjoy reading it! Oh, and I haven't done a disclaimer in awhile so here it goes: I do not own, and did not create, A Knight's Tale or its characters. Okay, now it's time to read on!

Sweet Revenge

By Tatiana

Chapter 18: For Pride or Honor

The night was a cool one; crisp and clear. Much to the surprise of many, including Kate, Adhemar ordered his men to stop for the night and make camp. As the men gladly settled down for the evening, cooking dinner and talking quietly around the cook fires. Adhemar spent time with his new stallion. The beast was still wary of him but tolerated his touch. Adhemar stood at the stallion's enormous head, holding its halter with one hand and stroking its cheek with the other. With an occasional snort, the horse voiced its disapproval, but soon gave up trying to toss its head after the first few attempts.

Adhemar merely continued to gently run his hand along the stallion's muzzle. After the horse calmed, Adhemar allowed his gaze to wander across the camp.

" Germaine," Adhemar called to his herald who was only a few yards away.

" Yes my lord?" Germaine hurried to his master's side.

Despite the rekindling of their friendship earlier that day, they had both agreed it would be best if Germaine still addressed his master formally. Not to do so would set a bad example for the rest of the men. If Germaine called Adhemar by his first name, it would show the men that the herald didn't consider the Count as his social and professional superior. So Germaine addressed him as "my lord" in public and Adhemar in private.

Adhemar sent a glance over his left shoulder. Germaine followed the direction of Adhemar's gaze. Several small cook fires glowed cheerfully. The specific one Adhemar had designated with his fleeting look was deserted except for a solitary figure, Kate. None of Adhemar's men dared to go near her, even though their master's mood had seemed improved towards Germaine. They had no desire to be caught between the Count and the female blacksmith.

Kate was seated on the ground hugging her knees to her, with her arms wrapped around her legs, and her chin resting on her knees.

" What's the matter with her?" Adhemar asked nonchalantly, focusing his attention back on the stallion before him.

" I would assume she is pondering the words passed between the two of you last evening," Germaine answered. To his surprise, beside him Adhemar flinched slightly.

" I was a little harsh with her," Adhemar admitted quietly.

Germaine arched an eyebrow. " A little?" he asked with a snort.

Now it was Adhemar's turn to raise an eyebrow. But instead of getting angry at Germaine's audacity, he felt a trace of pride. He found that having Germaine be honest instead of always agreeable was somewhat refreshing.

" Very well," he gave in after a few moments, not meeting the herald's eyes. He held the black stallion's head firmly in front of him, studying its forelock intently. " I was quite harsh with her."

" Quite," Germaine agreed with approval.

" But she was equally harsh with me!" Adhemar quickly interjected. He glanced at Germaine for a reaction.

" She was," Germaine resolved more slowly than before.

" But?" Adhemar monotonously prodded the conjunction that was sure to be on the tip of Germaine's tongue.

" But, if you were attacked so venomously, would you not strike back with a blow just as injurious?" Germaine questioned.

Adhemar thought for a few moments. He let out a breath and turned to regard his herald with a look of resignation. " Well said Germaine." His gaze focused beyond the herald, on the lone figure seated near the small fire. " Well said." he murmured again.

Germaine bent at the waist in a respectful bow and moved silently away, leaving Adhemar to his own thoughts. The Count attempted to contemplate the plans that would unfold over the next several days, but his mind kept turning to the lonely figure by the fire.

His musings took him back to the night Kate had taught him to dance. Even now as he looked back, he was astonished by her actions. He'd been nothing but cruel to her from their first encounter, and yet she had still offered to help him when he was in need. It had been the last thing he'd expected her to do.

But what surprised him the most was her reaction to his tone deafness. Anyone else would have rubbed it in his face. Hell, his own father had mocked him for it. But Kate hadn't. She'd merely taken it in stride and treated him with nothing but kindness and compassion, despite his fiendish treatment of her.

Her unexpected compassion had caught him off guard and had caused a breech in his wall of indifference. Maybe that was what caused his lapse in judgment. Why else would he have let his guard down at the end of the lesson? Had he actually tried to kiss her? What on earth had possessed him? Kate was by no means attractive, or at least she should not have been. She was nothing like the women he had pursued in the past. It must have been her understanding nature that had fooled him into the sudden temptation. There was no other explanation, none he wished to consider, anyway.

Adhemar shook his head as his thoughts progressed to his actions after Lord Wesmark's banquet. Perhaps he'd pushed her tolerance too far with the barb about her husband. He couldn't help but question whether she'd deserved it. He had spoken in anger, but then again, nearly everything he ever said to her was in anger.

Why did he allow her to get under his skin? He was proficient in the air of indifference, yet the sight of her dancing with Germaine had angered him beyond rational thought, let alone the appearance of indifference. Fierce emotion had driven him to rip into her the way he had. In his heart he had felt betrayed upon seeing her and Germaine dancing and laughing together that night, but the feeling had not been in regards to his herald, but with regards to her. Perhaps he'd gone too far, spoken to harshly. It was entirely possible, for he knew better than anyone, how badly words could wound.

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Kate sat alone, huddled by the fire. She stared at the dancing flames

Never had she encountered a person so angry at the world and all its inhabitants. Never had she known a person that could make her lose her temper like he could.

The intensity of the feelings that Adhemar evoked in her was frightening. No one made her as angry as he, or as regretful. No matter how much she told herself that he was an evil man and that he didn't deserve sympathy, she still felt for his pain and regretted her unkind words.

It worried her. In her heart she felt different. Every time she saw him, her heart seemed to almost skip a beat, not out of dread or fear, but out of something she couldn't explain. Or was afraid to. She'd never felt anything quite like it. It made her wary; the fear of the unknown.

The sound of someone clearing his throat brought her back to reality. She swiveled her head in the direction the sound came from. Standing a few yards to her left was the very man she'd been pondering.

Dressed in all black, he stood just beyond the ring of light cast by the fire. His face was shadowed but she could feel his gaze on her. He took a step into the firelight. Kate sharply turned her head to stare straight ahead and held the position rigidly. Despite her obvious dismissal, he continued to stroll slowly forward.

Kate raised her chin and sent a cool stare in his direction " What do you want?"

" Your warm reception humbles me," he drawled dryly with a slight smirk.

Kate's spine erected as she prepared to take the defensive in the battle of wits that was inevitably to follow. The corners of Adhemar's lips slowly fell as he took note of her response. It appeared as though she had raised invisible shields around herself, preparing to endure whatever cutting remarks he had to dish out. He mentally checked himself. His purpose for approaching her was not to rub salt into the wounds he'd inflicted the previous evening.

" I have come merely to say that the accusations I made last evening were unduly harsh." Adhemar amended. The words came out slowly with a hint of reluctance. "I should not have said such things." he added in a low tone.

Kate's eyes widened as she regarded him with mild curiosity. " Is this an apology?"

Adhemar stiffened. He stood to his full height. His chin tilted up a notch. " I never apologize." he stated firmly. "I am merely admitting that it is possible that I may have been overly harsh last night."

A hint of a smile passed over Kate's lips at his reply. It was immediately replaced with a more serious expression. Kate shook her head in silent wonder. The man was an ever-changing mystery. She took a deep breath.

" And I should not have said what I did about your father." Kate sighed wearily. " It was cruel and absolutely none of my business."

" Well, you are correct about it being none of your business," Adhemar cleared his throat. Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, his eyes darted about. " Just as your husband was none of mine."

Kate nodded slightly, turning her head to stare into the flickering flames before her. " At least we agree on one thing." She rested her chin on her knees once more.

Adhemar's gaze focused on her face, which was illuminated by the dancing light of the fire. His expression smoothed. After few moments Kate sent a glance his way to find him watching her.

" What?" she demanded.

He blinked. " What?"

" Why are you looking at me like that?" she replied.

" Like what?" Adhemar questioned defensively. " I wasn't looking at you in any particular way."

" Exactly," Kate agreed. " Shouldn't you be glowering or brooding." Her tone contained a hint of teasing.

The beginning of a smile tipped the corners of his mouth, but he restrained it. Kate didn't miss the hint of humor peeking through. She watched him closely, listening for his reply.

" No," he answered carefully. " I reserve those looks for times when I wish to intimidate my subjects." Kate arched an eyebrow. " Since such expressions do not seem to work as well on you as they work on others, I have decided they are not worth the effort where you are concerned." The corner of his lip tilted ever-so-slightly upwards.

If Kate hadn't been utterly confused and astonished by Adhemar's show of humor, however tiny it may have been, she would have laughed out loud. It was all she could do to keep her mouth from dropping open. He was looking to her, his gold-green eyes full of expectancy. He was waiting for a retort. Thrown off balance by his attempt at a jest, she scrambled to gather her wits as she opened her mouth to reply.

" Surely you must find it refreshing to have encountered such a person as I." Kate returned lamely. " How much fun can it be to intimidate everyone you meet?"

" Quite a lot of fun actually." Adhemar shot back ardently. " And I had no trouble doing it until you came along."

" But you forget," She shook her head slowly from side to side. " I didn't just come along. You abducted me. Let me go and you can go back to striking terror into the hearts of all who cross you." She finished her last sentence with a dramatic flourish.

" Well now, setting you free wouldn't do me any good, for you now seem to be influencing Germaine. My glowers no longer daunt him either." Adhemar allowed the corners of his lips to turn up at the thought of his friend. " So you see," He seated himself a short distance away from her and stretched his long legs casually before him " Letting you go is not an option. Whether you stay or whether you go, I am still stuck with someone whom I no longer intimidate." He shifted his gaze from her to the fire. " And besides, if I let you go now, how will I ever get my armor or avenge my honor?"

" Ah, yes." Kate gave a sharp snort, all the humor gone from her voice. " Your Grand Revenge."

The bitterness present in her tone caused Adhemar's eyes to focus once more on her face. She was staring at the ground, scuffing her crude shoe in the dirt. After a few moments she lifted her head and turned her gaze to him. Their eyes met. Hers were angry, his had adopted a guise that they knew well, indifference.

" And your honor," She paused. He didn't reply, merely holding her gaze with his own. " Well, you already know what I think of your honor or lack there of." His eyes sparked. Kate pressed her lips together and took a calming breath. " Let us change the subject, shall we? We've covered this one pretty thoroughly, I think. It's too lovely an evening to get into that conversation again. Wouldn't you agree?" she asked as sweetly as she could.

She watched the muscle at the corner of his jaw flex as he clenched his teeth together. To her surprise, he did not give into the anger, as she had suspected he would. He merely let out a breath and relaxed his jaw.

" That is yet another thing we seem to agree on," Adhemar replied calmly, his lazy gaze meeting hers.

Kate looked away sharply back to the ground. " Well don't get used to it," Her answer was firm.

Adhemar pursed his lips. "What would you prefer we speak of?" he inquired with excessive politeness.

" You prefer to speak?" Kate snorted, her lips curled back to reveal her teeth in a smile that contained very little humor. " You surprise me," she stated honestly.

" Why?" he asked, leaning forward with curiosity.

" Nearly every time we speak, at least one of us leaves the conversation wounded, physically or otherwise." Kate explained. " So why bother?" Memories of past conversations seared through both of their minds.

Adhemar pondered on that for a few moments. He followed her suit and lowered his gaze to the ground. Eventually he cleared his throat and glancing up to find her watching him.

" Pain is nothing new to either of us." Adhemar spoke in an odd, yet gentle tone. He raised his eyes to hers. " Perhaps a little pain every now and again serves as a reminder."

" A reminder of what?" her voice was almost a whisper.

" Of who you once were long ago and what has shaped who you to are along the path to the present," Adhemar replied.

Kate's brow furrowed. " And who were you?" Her eyes searched his. He remained silent and averted his gaze. "Adhemar?" He turned his head sharply back at the sound of his name on her lips. " Who hurt you?"

Adhemar sneered cynically and gave his head a shake. " Why are you asking questions you already know the answer to? Thanks to my herald you know my entire life story, from birth to present day!"

" Your friend," she corrected.

Adhemar's smirk faded. " My friend." he corrected himself softly.

" May I ask you one more thing?" Kate ventured.

" I would rather you did not," Adhemar let out a dismissive sigh. "But that has never stopped you before." The tilt of his head suggested that he would listen.

With a deliberately casual movement, she turned to fully face him. " Did William really hurt your honor, or was it your pride that he wounded?" she proceeded.

Adhemar did not answer. He looked as if he were weighing the question. The creases on her forehead deepened at his lack of response.

" Is that what this plan for revenge is all about?" Kate asked, wanting to put all the pieces together. " Did he hurt the man you are or the image of the man your father wished you to be?"

Adhemar snorted softly. " I thought you said only one more question." He gave a short attempt at a chuckle, but it was halfhearted. That was his only reply.

Kate's brows drew in even further. She slowly turned her gaze back to the fire. Silence reigned for awhile. They were both lost in thought. Finally Kate spoke up.

" If it was the image of the man your father wished you to be that William wounded, perhaps you should rethink your plan. Someday you may find the son Philippe de Vitry desired is not the ideal sort of man."

" And who is?" Adhemar pinned her with his gaze and jauntily cocked his head to one side. " William Thatcher?"

Kate met his penetrating stare. Her eyes softened. " I think as long as a man is true to himself, he cannot go wrong," she said gently.

" And what if this man, in being true to himself, is not any better sort of person than when he was trying to be someone else?" he questioned in a firm, yet quiet tone.

" At least he wouldn't be pretending to be someone he is not." Kate answered, her voice barely above a whisper. " At least he would be happier."

" Happiness," Adhemar shook his head. " As idealistic a feeling as love. I have yet to encounter anything close to those emotions. ''

" You'll never find either until you believe they exist," Kate observed candidly.

" I believe only in what I can touch or see," he argued.

" You can touch or see vengeance?" She cocked a delicate eyebrow skeptically. That caused Adhemar to pause. " Or is vengeance and hatred the only emotions your father instilled in you?"

Adhemar's eyes narrowed in warning. " I thought we agreed that my father was none of your business." He sat very still, his eyes thin slits.

" We did," Kate acknowledged. " But our conversation is merely dancing around the subject of your father, so why not address it and get it out of the way?"

" I don't wish to speak of it," Adhemar replied, his mouth thinning with displeasure.

" Because he hurt you?" Kate prodded.

" Yes!" Adhemar exclaimed vehemently, surprising himself. Kate's eyes widened, amazed at his sudden outburst. Adhemar let out a long sigh and run a hand through his dark hair. " He did. He hated the sight of me. No matter how hard I tried, I failed him in everything."

" That is the cause for all of this? For everything?" Kate questioned softly.

" If by everything you mean my success in the King's Army and jousting, yes." Adhemar confirmed with a note of pride in his voice.

" The cruelty? The underhanded deals and tactics? The heartlessness?" Kate offered somberly.

" My father would be proud now, I am certain." His tone had become somewhat bitter.

" Are you certain that was the problem?" " What do you mean?" he asked, his eyebrows flickered.

" Did it ever occur to you that perhaps it was never that he wasn't proud of, but that he didn't want to be proud of you?" Kate asked, tilting her head to one side, she stole a slanted look at him.

Adhemar sent her a blank look.

" From what Germaine said, you would have made any father proud. Your father resented you for your mother's death. Maybe he resented you for succeeding and being a better man than your brother, his favorite. Did you ever consider that it was never you, but him?" She watched for his reaction. He was silent for a while. Finally he shook his head. " It's not possible. My father craved perfection. Had I been such a wonderful son, he would have favored me over my brother. I could never please him."

" Yet, even now that your father is dead, you continue to seek his approval." Kate's brow furrowed in confusion.

" I am merely being the man I was always meant to be." Adhemar declared in his own defense.

" Is that what you keep telling yourself?" Her voice was sad.

Adhemar did not reply. A melancholy frown flitted across his features

" You have allowed someone who is gone to hold influence over your life." Kate shook her head somberly. "Has it been worth it?"

Adhemar met her questioning stare. " I could ask you the same thing." His voice was calm, his gaze steady

Kate blanched. " What do you mean?"

" You know very well what I mean. Your husband." he repeated in the same cool tone. " Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about." He studied her intently. Kate adopted a empty expression. " You let your late husband rule over your life just as much as I allow my dead father." Adhemar accused.

" How so?" Kate demanded.

" Well, the bread and wine, for one." he declared.

" What?" Kate shrugged dismissively. " It is merely a habit I picked up from him!""

" And cheating is merely a habit I picked up from my father and brother. Both are dead, yet I still employ that practice, just as you still dip your bread in your wine even though your husband is gone. It's no different."

" It is so different!" Kate countered with an exasperated laugh.

" How so?" Adhemar repeated her earlier demand.

" Cheating is wrong," Kate answered.

" Not if you cheat and win," he interjected, leaning forward. " Then it feels very right."

" But that doesn't make it right," She shook her head disapprovingly

" What decides what is right and wrong?" Adhemar asked.

" Morals," Kate replied immediately. " Of which you apparently have none."

" And how did you come by your morals?" Adhemar continued.

" Does this have a point?" she exhaled in aggravation.

" Answer the question. How did you come by your morals?" he prodded.

She let out a sigh of disgust as she threw up her hands. " My father…," Kate's voice faded as realization hit her. "…taught me."

" Just as my father taught me mine," Adhemar said matter-a-factly. He wore a slight smile of triumph as he sat back, his posture relaxing.

Kate didn't know what to say. He had a point.

" I loved my husband," she interjected suddenly after a few moments of silence.

" And you don't think I loved my father?" Adhemar asked quietly. She detected a slight thawing in his voice.

" I thought you didn't believe in love." Kate shot back, but with less fervor.

" I don't, now. But I used to. Then reality brought me to my senses." he said. Kate fell silent. " You see Kate, we're really not that different after all."

" We have a few things in common, yes, but let me assure you Adhemar, we are very different." Kate stated flatly but with emphasis.

" All right," Adhemar snapped his fingers. His eyes sparkled with the love of combat. " I have another reason why your husband still holds sway over your actions." He almost seemed to be enjoying their exchange.

" Which is?" she let out a weary sigh.

" Why is it you've never remarried?" he asked softly.

The question hit her like a hammer. Kate bristled. " That is none of your business."

" Why not? Too painful? To personal?" Adhemar questioned.

" Yes and yes," Kate said curtly.

" Well, I think it is only fair that you endure my scrutiny just as I have endured yours." he defended his inquiries.

Kate eyed him with a raised brow. " Since when do you play fair?"

" Since it served me," he replied honestly with an mischievous smirk upon his lips. He waited, challenging her to answer his question.

She struggled to maintain her curtness, but couldn't suppress a smile at his frank response. " Very well." she conceded with a long sigh. Kate eyed him skeptically, her smile gone. She wondered if he could be baiting her. " Fair is fair."

" It is indeed," Adhemar's eyes sparkled with eagerness. " I asked, why it is that you've never remarried." he recapped.

Kate waited a moment before she replied. " Because I haven't been able to find a man who makes me feel even close to how I felt with him."

" And how did you feel?" Adhemar watched her intently.

Her face adopted a far away, melancholy expression. " I can't even to begin to explain it." She smiled fondly while her eyes glistened with moisture. " He wasn't the handsomest or most charming man in the world, he didn't have the patience for it, but he had a heart of gold. I don't remember him ever being very romantic or passionate, he was the straightforward type. I always knew he loved me because he came right out and said it." Her eyes sparkled, remembering.

" He was a skilled craftsman and a good husband. His heart was in everything he did. He made me feel safe, secure, like nothing in the world could ever hurt me." She sniffed. " And then he died and my world fell apart. Part of me doesn't want to go through that again." Adhemar frowned at the pain her saw mirrored in her eyes. Kate sniffed again and then donned a sad smile. " Plus, I've never been able to find a man that he would approve of for me to wed."

" What about Thatcher?" Adhemar couldn't stop the question from passing through his lips. He clenched his jaw, angry with himself, as soon as the words were out of his mouth.

Kate didn't notice. " William?" she laughed warmly. " Oh, he would have loved William."

" Would he now?" Adhemar muttered darkly.

" But Charles wouldn't have approved of him as husband material." She continued, not hearing Adhemar's side comment.

" So he had a name, this husband of yours!" Adhemar teased, his mouth curved into an unconscious smile . " I was beginning to wonder!" Kate found it impossible not to return his disarming grin. Adhemar's eyes shifted to stare at his boots in front of him. " Why wouldn't Charles have approved of William?"

Kate thought for a moment, searching for the right words, choosing them carefully. " William is a sweet boy, but Charles would have said that only a real man would be able to handle me." she answered truthfully.

Adhemar let out a bark of laughter. His laugh was deep, warm, and rich. Kate regarded him with wonder. She'd never heard him laugh before. She concluded that he should do it more often. His laugh was deep and pleasant sounding.

" Don't send a boy to do a man's job, eh?" Adhemar summarized with a chuckle.

" Something like that," Kate smiled in confirmation.

" I think I would have liked your husband," he grinned.

But would my husband have liked you? asked a little voice in the back of her mind. She gave her head a quick shake, startled by the thought. Where had that question come from? Her smile faded a little when he looked at her.

" Are you all right?" Adhemar asked, his voice laced with concern.

Kate glanced up to him guiltily. " I'm fine." Her reply was shaky.

" I see," Adhemar nodded in understanding.

" You, you do?" Kate stuttered nervously. He couldn't know what she'd been thinking could he?

In a fluid motion, Adhemar pushed himself into a standing position. " You're probably tired."

She watched him as he rose to his feet, her shoulders slumping with relief. " Well," Kate drawled slowly. " Now that you mention it…"

" Say no more," Adhemar held up his hand in a dismissive gesture. " I'll leave you to your rest." His eyes met hers, for once they were filled with something other than anger or indifference. " Good night Kate." He said warmly, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Kate searched his gaze with her own. Her own lips curved up into a slight smile. " Good night Adhemar."

He turned and began to walk away. Kate let out a deep, silent sigh of relief, allowing her tense body to relax. After a few strides in the direction opposite the fire, Adhemar turned around to face her one more. She straightened abruptly.

" Kate?"

" Yes?"

" Something just occurred to me." Adhemar admitted.

" What?" she asked breathlessly.

" I was thinking, perhaps a truce is in order," he suggested. Unconsciously her brow furrowed in bafflement. He rushed to explain. " You said earlier that all of our conversations ended with one or both of us wounded. This one did not. Perhaps a truce is in order." he repeated the original thought.

Kate's lips parted in surprise. She regarded him with amused wonder, remembering the hostility he'd shown her over the past several days. Now, here he was offering an armistice. How could this the same man?

" A truce?" he asked again, and this time his voice was a bit more friendly.

She could throw it back in his face, Kate realized. He'd done nothing except make her life a living hell ever since that rainy night in London. She could mock him, hurt him. But she also realized that he knew she could. He was putting himself in the position to be wounded by her. She had to admit, he was right. They had reached a point where their relationship had to be resolved. Or else one of these days one of them would bleed to death.

Kate was so absorbed in her thoughts that she nearly forgot to answer. After a long moment she looked back at him. " A truce." she agreed finally.

One corner of his mouth was pulled into a slight smile as he retraced his steps back to stand in front of her. He extended his hand. Kate eyed the appendage hesitantly. Her eyes were drawn upwards to his. There was an mysterious gleam in his eyes that made Kate apprehensive. What was she getting herself into?

But she reached forward all the same and grasped his hand with her own. His fingers closed slowly around hers as he gave her hand a firm shake. Their gazes held as firmly as their grips. Her eyes were captured by his. Kate found herself absorbed in their shades of amber and green. His hand lingered a moment too long in its hold. He took a small step closer. The movement suddenly brought Kate back to her senses. She hastily drew her hand away and cast her eyes downward.

Adhemar, letting out a breath, stepped backwards, away from her. She regarded him through lowered lashes. He didn't appear flustered by the moment at all. Had she imagined it?

" A truce," he said in a pleased tone.

" Aye," Kate agreed, glancing back up at him, her lips spread in a tight smile.

" Good night once more," He touched his forehead slightly in a mock salute.

Inclining his head, he then stepped out of the ring of light cast by the meager fire, leaving Kate looking after him, not knowing what to think.

As fire began to dwindle, she settled down for the night. For a long while she lay, looking up at the stars, her mind far too active for her to go to sleep. She was utterly baffled by the conversation Count Adhemar had engaged her in.

Kate rolled over onto her side, staring into the glowing coals of the fire. She let out a long sigh of frustration. It had been so much easier thinking of him as a monster. But it was now more evident than ever that he was very human, as vulnerable and as mortal as the rest.

Her last thought before she drifted off to sleep was of Adhemar and how he was kinder than he wanted anyone to know.

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Well, that's it. To tell you the truth, this chapter was kinda tough, but I enjoyed writing it. Adhemar and Kate just sort of took over and the chapter grew and grew. I'm really happy about how it took shape! Thank you for reading! Be sure to stay tuned for further developments! And I want to thank everyone who had reviewed! I love getting feedback!