He had sent her curious glances all morning but finally, "Is everything alright?"

Nothing is alright! You're in mortal danger and there's nothing I can do to protect you unless I tell you that I lied to you for over a year and oh, I'm Satellite and an evil Lunar puts your life in danger because of me!

At least, that's what Cress wanted to scream at him.

She still hadn't found the courage to tell him and time was running out.

"Everything is fine," Cress told him with a forced smile.

Thorne bent down to get at eye-level with her, raising an eyebrow as he scrutinised her. "I've been married long enough to know that fine is not a good thing." He smiled but there was still an edge of worry on his face.

She shrugged. "Everything is great then."

"I don't think that's any better." His warm hands found her shoulders. "If you want to talk about it, I'm here for you. You know that, right?" He told her, all sincerity.

This was the perfect moment. She could tell him everything. He would understand, he had to!

And then they would leave. Pack their things. Make up new identities. She had done it before, she could do it again, for the both of them. She knew it wasn't fair to him that he would have to leave everything behind. Would he leave her? But how could she protect him then?

She kept silent. Instead, she drew herself up on her tiptoes and brushed a light kiss across his cheek. "I know and I love you for it. But there's nothing to worry about." She felt him nod and tears sprung into her eyes. She was a liar and a coward.

"Okay. So are you up for a fancy night at the art gallery?"

"Huh?"

"You forgot?" Thorne gave her a curious look. "You were so excited when I told you about it a few days ago."

"Oh, right." Thorne had gotten two tickets for an art exhibition but with all that happened with Jina, she had forgotten about it.

It was wonderful that she would have an insight into his world. She saw the both of them dressed up as he led her from picture to picture and while he would tell her all he knew about it. He had a good eye for art and she always loved the idea of him dealing with rare books and antiques. It was a romantic profession and she loved that they would share it for one night.

She knew it wasn't the best idea to go but ... maybe it would be good? To spend a great evening together before she would, finally, tell him the truth?

Cress knew she was just holding off on telling him, but she promised herself that tonight she would finally reveal who she really was.

"You look gorgeous."

Cress blushed happily at the compliment. She had tried her best with her hair and make-up and also the dress she had kept in her wardrobe for a special occasion. It was a royal blue off-shoulder dress that drew attention to her best features. It was perfect for tonight.

"I'm a lucky guy," he added with a happy sigh.

Cress didn't know if it was possible for her cheeks to burn even more. She thought she would be used to his compliments by now. But then again, if he wanted to make her feel special why shouldn't she feel that way? She smiled through the blush. "Thank you. You look very handsome too."

He preened at the compliment and did a quick pose in his tuxedo. "Lucky guy, as I said," he told her with a wink before her helping her into her coat and offering her his arm. "Ready to leave, Mrs Smith?"

Cress gulped. She would ask him to leave with her tonight. She had no idea how he would reply but she knew that she would go anywhere with him. "With you? Always." Her voice sounded thick, but he didn't notice as he gave a hand a gentle squeeze.

The gallery was a dream come true. The lights bathed the whole architecture in a light like molten gold, crystals and fractured glass reflected every sparkle a thousand fold. Elegantly dressed people were wandering through the halls and admiring the beautiful paintings in hushed voices.

Thorne grabbed two flutes of champagne from the waiter and handed one to her. "To a great evening." He clinked his glass against hers in celebration.

"To a great evening," Cress agreed before taking a sip. "Do you know anyone here?"

Thorne glanced around. "No."

"But you got the tickets from a client you said? Are they here?" She wanted to make sure she made a good impression. It wasn't often they had the opportunity to go to such fancy events. With the way they dressed, Cress felt very adult though most people here were almost twice their age.

"Nope. That's not my usual trade. So, want to check out the paintings?" He made a beeline for the first row of paintings, Cress in tow.

Art had always fascinated Cress, but she couldn't say she had a keen eye for it or knew much about any painters, styles or eras.

They strolled casually through the gallery which exhibited a large array of paintings and sculptures from various eras. The first hall depicted several renaissance ladies at their vanity, smiling at the painter through the reflection in the mirror, looking lovely in their rich gowns. The paintings in a different room were a stark contrast, all bold colour and dark, all expressionistic self-portraits. Or were they self-portraits, the way they were framed?

"Ooh. It's about mirrors, right?"

Thorne nodded. "Ah yes, I forgot to tell you. Mirror Mirror. The window into your soul or something."

He led her to a different room with sculptures made entirely out of broken glass shards. The effect in play with the lights was so amazing it made her gasp. "It's beautiful."

Together they toured all the rooms and while Thorne drank two more champagnes, Cress felt like she had to keep a steady head and only allowed herself a mimosa from which she nipped tentatively.

She let herself be drawn to a light installation made of glass and mirrors, always keeping an eye on Thorne who, she was surprised to see, made a few notes. She wondered what for? His clients? Personal interest? He looked in his element and had even shared a few tidbits of information about some of the paintings and sculptures with her - though it had been mostly about market value, Cress remembered.

She wondered if Captain would find value in any of the exhibitions here. The sculptures would be too big to carry, of course. But maybe one of the paintings? She had seen the prices on some of them and they could entice a thief like him.

If she left New York with Thorne after tonight, Captain could pretty much empty out any museum or art gallery in New York. She wasn't happy about it, but Thorne came first.

Cress turned around and found the doorway to another room. Unlike the other ones who were impressive and full of art, this one was dim and without any art - except one frame, almost small in comparison to the tall white wall.

When Cress stepped closer, she realised it wasn't a painting but a mirror. A mask was drawn over it. A sign over it asked: Who could you be?

Cress took another step forward and the mask aligned on her face, giving her the eerie feeling that Satellite was looking back at her. She shouldn't be frightened of her other self but it was still strange. The mask was different and still ... and still ...

Shaking her head, Cress walked to another wall with another mirror, a fractured one this time. Another sign asked her: What broke you?

Geez. Laying it on thick, Cress thought. She raised her chin up a little, almost in defiance. Nothing had broken her. Not yet. Not if she let it happen.

The next mirror was a distorting mirror, giving her all shapes and forms. Why are you real?

Cress had no answer. She went to the next mirror but couldn't figure out what was different. It was nothing more than a mirror.

Above it the sign asked: What do you see?

What did she see?

She eyed her image, no mask, no distortion. Just her.

What did she see?

A frightened woman with too many secrets. She looked back the at fractured mirror. Now she had her answer. Secrets.

Cress startled when soft lips brushed over her exposed shoulder. "I hope you see what I'm seeing," Thorne murmured against her skin.

She knew he was about to compliment her but she couldn't listen to it, not right now. Not when she felt like a fraud. A liar who was too scared to tell the truth for once. She felt like she couldn't breathe and she broke free of Thorne's embrace.

"Cress?"

"I'm sorry." And she was. Sorry for everything she was doing to him, for putting him in danger and for every lie she told him since they met. "I just need some air."

She rushed out, through the gallery, bumping into an older lady and muttered an apology. When she finally managed to get outside, she was blind-sided by the traffic noise and the exhaust gas made it almost impossible to take a deep breath of air. People were mingling in front of the gallery, loud and jolly but Cress just needed a second away from all that.

She went back into the building, but instead of going towards the art gallery, she made a turn until she found an elevator. She blindly stepped in and finally had some room for herself.

Just a few moments, just to get her mind in order, she told herself as she pressed the button for the top floor.

The air was cool up here. Cress welcomed the breeze despite the goosebumps erupting on her bare arms.

She could still hear the traffic but, from up here, it was comforting. People living their lives, the city going on as if nothing happened.

It allowed her to clear her head.

It was time to think about her strategy. She would ask Thorne to go home with her and then she would tell him about being Satellite, the danger they were in and no matter how he reacted, she would convince him to run away with her. Maybe not forever but just long enough to figure out a way to defeat Jina.

Jina might give away her identity but by then Thorne would already know. As for the rest of the world ...

"You don't look like someone who is desperately trying to get me my money."

Cress turned around in shock and saw the tall figure of Jina stepping into the light. "You're following me?"

Jina looked at her incredulous. "You think I wouldn't keep track of you so you could run away?" She spat at Cress's feet. "Think again."

"I still have two more days."

"You had two more days. But instead you spent your time being cute with your husband."

"What do you expect me to do?! I can't tell him what's going on."

Jina stepped closer, forcing Cress to take a step back. And another. And another.

Jina loomed in front of her, pure rage on her face. "Don't think I'm dumb. I know that you try to get out of this. Actually"- Cress felt the edge of the rooftop hitting against the back of her knees and stumbled-"I think you might be more trouble to me alive."

"What?" Cress could hear the panic in her own voice as she looked behind her and down twenty-five floors of nothing. "Jina, I- I don't know what you mean. You want the m-money... 500 million!"

"I thought I would be the one to find you anywhere but"-for the first time, there was something akin to worry on Jina's otherwise impassive features-"I didn't realise that you would be able to track me anywhere too." She was so close to Cress that the seam of Cress's skirt brushed against Jina's legs.

"I won't. Jina, I won't." Cress hadn't been this afraid in a long time. Not since the omega choking her. But now, no Wolf was going to rescue her. It was just her against Jina.

Cress tried to push against her but once more, Jina's form morphed into sand, almost impenetrable when Cress tried to grasp it. Another frantic look behind her almost made her tumble.

"I think I'm better off without you interfering at all." Arms of sand shot out and Cress fell over the ledge with a scream.

A/N: A big thanks to kiminicricket for betareading. Please review.