Caught in the Rapture

by Bindy417

AU. Being the daughter of a ruthless and notorious crime lord, Felicity Smoak didn't think her life could get any worse. When her father unexpectedly sells her in marriage as a peace offering to his enemy, she quickly learns it'll take more than just her sharp intellect to survive. But what starts out as a sentence worse than death may actually be her only shot at freedom.

13. Chapter 13: The Favor

I know, finally an update! Thank you all so much for your reviews and enthusiasm. And thanks for being so patient! Real life got a little hectic, but I hope this long chapter makes up for the wait. If you visit my Tumblr, you'll be able to see Felicity's dress for this chapter. I also created a playlist for this fic with songs I was inspired by and some edits that hint of what's to come. Feel free to check it out. Happy reading!

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Chapter 13: The Favor

Spinning around slowly, Felicity carefully kept an eye on her reflection in the full-length mirror. The emerald green kaftan dress she wore appeared to cling to her curves and flare in all the right places. But still, Felicity wanted a second opinion.

"Sara, what do you think?" she questioned.

Her friend and bodyguard sat on the couch, which had been pushed off to the side. They'd needed to clear most of the seating area in the bedroom so that the seamstress and her assistants had space to work on Felicity's dress. The League's Founding Day, Eid Al Ta'sees, was its most important holiday and just a few weeks away. As Warith al Ghul's wife, Felicity would be at the center of the celebrations with Al Sah-him and on full display. There was also the reunion with her father to consider, since she'd been informed that he had accepted the invitation to attend. It was why her preparations were so important, and the dress design had to be absolutely perfect before then.

"It's really beautiful," Sara complimented, taking it all in. "It fits you well."

"I think so, too," Felicity said and turned around to eye it from another angle. Her brow scrunched in concentration.

"But?" she knowingly prodded.

"But it needs a little more…pizazz. Don't you think?"

Sara grinned. "What kind of 'pizazz' are you looking for?"

"I love the trim and larger flower patterns," she explained, "but maybe more stones and embroidery along the bodice and skirt? I really want it to sparkle in the light. Which, by the way, what is the lighting situation? I know the festivities are at night, but it can't be too dark. I mean, I know you're also called the League of Shadows and all, but we have to be able to see our food and not bang into each other—which could totally happen if everyone is wearing black."

Chuckling softly, Sara answered, "The lighting is brighter at dinner, and then as the night progresses with drinks and dancing it gets softer. I daresay it's even romantic. You'll have lots of chances to sparkle for Al Sah-him. And there will be plenty of dark corners to disappear into after." She gave Felicity a wink.

Felicity blushed at the insinuation. "Speaking from experience?" she quipped.

"Absolutely." The blonde beamed, unashamed.

The young assistants exchanged amused glances, apparently in agreement with Sara. Meanwhile, the seamstress, Lina, remained straight-faced. "We can add more embellishments if that is what you desire, Seti," the middle-aged woman informed her.

"Yes, please. I would like that."

The women were in the process of removing the dress, leaving Felicity in her undergarments, when there was a pull on the door. It didn't budge, since Felicity had made sure to lock it.

"Shamsi, why is the door locked?" Al Sah-him questioned through the barrier.

"Don't come in," Felicity called to him.

"Is everything all right?"

"Yes. It's just um…I'm naked," she blurted out. "I mean nearly naked, as in mostly not dressed."

Sara quirked an eyebrow while Felicity blushed to her roots. She couldn't believe the way her mouth had run off like that. Even Lina was staring curiously while the other two women pressed hands to their mouths to hide their quiet giggles.

"Is that an invitation?" came his sexy, teasing reply.

Felicity's cheeks burned as Sara barely suppressed a snort. The trio remained steadfast in their work of folding the gown and cleaning up supplies, but once again the young pair could not fully disguise their intrigue. They kept sneaking conspiratorial glances at each other.

Clearing the lump in her throat, Felicity replied, "Actually, I'm getting fitted for my ball gown. Er, I mean my dress. Just give me a couple of minutes."

"Maybe you should put it back on and see what he thinks," Sara suggested.

"No! He's not allowed to see it until that night," Felicity explained and urged the seamstress and her two assistants to get the dress hidden more quickly. "He only knows the color."

"Aw," her friend crooned.

Felicity playfully stuck her tongue out at Sara while taking the offered robe to cover her undergarments. Once the dress was carefully placed in the garment bag, out of sight, Sara went to unlock the door. Al Sah-him strode in with his handsome smirk intact, which only grew upon seeing her in a robe.

"I didn't mean to interrupt." He didn't look sorry in the least.

"We were pretty much finished anyway," Felicity informed him. "Good thing I locked the door or else you would've ruined the surprise."

"I'm eager to see what you've come up with, although I know you'll look beautiful in whatever design you've chosen." Al Sah-him leaned down to place a tender kiss on her lips. He wasn't even trying to be discreet in their affections. He must've wanted the others to see him doting on her in private. Give them something favorable to pass along when they gossiped. He added to the women, "Be sure to give my wife whatever she desires."

Lina and her assistants bowed in compliance. Felicity, highly aware of the women watching and assessing them, blushed another shade of red.

"Do you need something? I thought you were training with To—Al Tareq this morning." She just barely caught herself. It was really difficult sometimes remembering when to distinguish her friends from their League alter egos.

"Change of plans. I've been stuck in meetings. Something has come up." The mirth he'd displayed moments ago disappeared, and his expression became serious.

"We will be having some guests for dinner tonight," Nyssa declared in a voice that sounded unwelcoming. Felicity glanced over at her in surprise. She hadn't even noticed her enter the room.

"Oh. Who are we expecting?" Felicity glanced between Al Sah-him and Nyssa, sensing some kind of tension forming in the air. Similarly, Sara stood off to the side eyeing Nyssa curiously. There was a subtle frown that marred the brunette's features.

Meanwhile, the servants moved about the room at a snail's pace to right it. They obviously sensed a new intrigue and wanted to discretely listen in.

Al Sah-him was aware of their audience, too, and cryptically replied, "They are potential allies of the League. They know your father."

The mention of Darhk set Felicity on edge. Her husband's weighted silence afterward communicated that this subject was not something he openly wanted to discuss in front of the others. He also cut his eyes to Sara. The flicker of emotion she saw there was too quick to identify, but it sparked further concern in Felicity.

"Ladies," she said to the trio of women, "thank you for your help. You may go now."

The seamstress bowed her head. "We will make the changes to your dress immediately, Seti."

Felicity gave a grateful nod and waited for the room to clear.

"Should we leave, as well?" Sara asked and looked to Nyssa.

"We are staying. You need to hear this, too." Whatever the pair was about to tell them had Nyssa wound even tighter than usual.

Felicity declared, "For the record, anyone who associates with my father does not automatically set me at ease."

"Our guest has never dealt with the League before. Since he's a member of H.I.V.E. and close to Darhk, he mostly stayed out of our business. But since the wedding, he's reached out to Ra's willing to strike a deal and form a similar alliance for his own personal business ventures. Ra's instructed him to come to Nanda Parbat to see the compound and our warriors' strength on full display," he explained.

The way Al Sah-him's fingers were rubbing together at his sides told Felicity there was more to the story. "And?" she prompted.

"I wouldn't be surprised if Darhk put him up to this. He may want to assess what kind of situation he's walking into before the Eid Al Ta'sees celebration, which is why this man specifically requested to meet with us."

Felicity muttered, "Sounds like something my father would do."

"Who is this guy?" Sara inquired.

Al Sah-him paused. "Sara, it will not be necessary for you to guard Felicity tonight. Nyssa and I will have it under control. You are free to do as you please."

The blonde warrior stared back suspiciously. "Who is it?" she repeated.

Nyssa's reply was swift and disapproving. "Milo Armitage."

Felicity blanched at the name and shook her head. She knew all about Milo Armitage. He was a ruthless businessman and high-ranking member of H.I.V.E., who'd always given her the creeps as a child. When she'd gotten older, he used to stare at her with those beady eyes of his. If her father hadn't sold her to the League, Felicity wouldn't have been surprised if Darhk arranged her marriage to his most trusted associate instead. At least Al Sah-him was close in age, whereas Armitage was practically an old man.

The shiver Felicity felt up her spine was nowhere near as upsetting as Sara's reaction. Her friend's eyes suddenly hardened as her mouth straightened into a tense line.

"No," Sara growled. "If you think I'm just going to let that butcher waltz in here and—"

"I understand this is difficult, but you must stand down. Ra's sent me the order today to host him," Al Sah-him told her.

Sara ran an agitated hand through her hair and began to pace.

"I am sorry, my love," Nyssa tried to console her. "I argued most vehemently against this. My concerns were dismissed."

"Then Ra's is a liar, because I was assured that the alliance would not affect my right to retribution. Are we to further align ourselves with these monsters? Milo Armitage can't be trusted. He would sell us out the moment something better came along."

"The truce with H.I.V.E. prevents him from double-crossing us," Al Sah-him reminded her, "though I agree we should not trust him. A deal hasn't yet been struck. We're just in talks at his request. Like I said, this may be nothing more than a test from Darhk to assess the strength of the truce," Al Sah-him stated. "This wasn't my call, but we have to humor Armitage just in case."

"That man should be shot on sight, but now we are 'in talks' to do his dirty work. What's next?" Sara demanded. "Am I to lead the charge, too?"

"I would never let that happen," he tried to reassure her. "But for now—"

"I don't want to hear it. I need some air." The blonde silently but purposefully stormed out of the room.

Seeing Sara so upset was a rare sight. Felicity's friend and protector was tough but most often light-hearted and vivacious. Few things seemed to rattle her. Placing a hand on her husband's arm to reclaim his attention, Felicity inquired, "I know Armitage and agree with Sara that he can't be trusted, but what was that all about?"

Al Sah-him sighed and scrubbed a hand across his face. "Despite my orders, Sara has every right to be angry about this."

"I don't understand."

"He is the the reason she joined the League," Nyssa interjected in a hard voice. "Armitage murdered her family."

Felicity's eyes widened in shock. "What?" she choked out. She was fully aware that Armitage was a devious man, but this was so much more than she'd expected to learn. "How?"

Ignoring the question, Nyssa glared at Al Sah-him. "You should have fought my father harder on this. Sara is your friend. She deserves your loyalty."

"She has it," Al Sah-him retorted. "This is a simple dinner and a starting point for negotiations that I do not think will go much further. There is more at play here, and Sara is not the only one I am concerned for. I have to consider everyone in this."

Despite the fury blazing in her eyes, Nyssa said nothing further and followed Sara's lead. She stormed out of the room and let the door slam behind her. Felicity flinched and looked to Al Sah-him. His entire form was as stiff as a board while his hands curled at his sides.

She reached for a fisted hand to reclaim his attention. "Al Sah-him, what happened to Sara and her family?"

Finally, he met her imploring gaze. Regretfully shaking his head, he replied, "I would tell you, shamsi, but I'm afraid that is Sara's story to share if she wishes."

"Oh," she mumbled. "Right. Of course, I understand." Felicity was still trying to wrap her head around the revelation, which was difficult considering she knew very little of the details.

"What about you?" he questioned. "Will you be all right to host Armitage tonight?"

"I wouldn't want to on a good day, but I'll be by your side if you need me," Felicity answered truthfully.

His voice was strained but tender. "I do need you." He raised a hand and ran his fingers through her hair. "We have to present a united front. And your experience dealing with him can be useful."

Felicity nodded and swallowed the bile rising in her throat. She remembered the day, during one of her Arabic lessons not long after she'd arrived to Nanda Parbat, Sara had confessed to her that she'd joined the League for revenge. The anger and pain had been clear in her eyes before she quickly closed herself off. Felicity had assumed at the time that their budding friendship was too new for Sara to share something so personal. However, Sara had never broached the subject again.

But now Felicity was left to wonder. What if Sara saw her connection to Armitage as an advantage? Al Sah-him never would've had Sara watch over her if there was a threat to her safety, of that Felicity was sure. But there were other ways her friend could've used her. Information was just as vital and dangerous. Could that have been why Sara had been so initially welcoming? Could she have been earning Felicity's trust just so she would have an "in" later? Unlike many of the others in the League, her friend had not seemed to hold a grudge or ill will toward her. What if Sara was just doing what she'd been trained to do as an assassin? Move the situation forward and bide her time while waiting for the right moment to strike.

"Felicity," Al Sah-him called her from her troubled thoughts. "Whatever Sara is feeling now, it has nothing to do with you personally."

"Is reading minds another trick of yours?" she half-heartedly quipped.

"No, although I would pay good money to know what goes on in yours half the time." He offered her a comforting smile and kissed her forehead. "I have to go meet Tommy. I'll be back later to get ready for dinner."

"Okay."

"Give Sara an hour or two to cool off. Then go talk to her like I know you want to."

Felicity nodded. After the door clicked behind him, she moved to her wardrobe in a daze to find something for the dreaded event tonight. All the while she couldn't stop thinking about Sara and what this new development could mean for them both going forward.

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Mustering up every ounce of courage, Felicity raised a trembling hand to knock on Sara's door. It didn't matter how many times she rehearsed the words in her head. They never seemed to be good enough. Felicity took a breath and bit her lip to center herself. She would just have to gauge Sara's mood and go from there. Complete silence followed before the door finally opened. Sara's ability to move without making a sound was truly impressive and a little unnerving if Felicity thought on it too hard.

The freckled blonde's hair was down, and she'd stripped out of her gear. In only a t-shirt and black pants, Sara looked as casual as Felicity had ever seen her. Her mouth was turned down at the corners, and her eyes were red-rimmed. Felicity couldn't be sure, but it looked as if Sara might've been crying earlier.

"Hey," Sara casually greeted, though her voice was taut. "Sorry I took off earlier. I know we were supposed to train this afternoon, but Nyssa can take over. She'll help with—"

"I didn't come here for training. Can we talk?" Felicity asked. "Please."

Sara hesitated for a few seconds before nodding and stepping aside. Felicity motioned for her guards to wait outside. She stepped inside the small, sparse room. Her eyes immediately landed on a liquor bottle and full glass on the nightstand. Sara didn't look like she was drunk, but it was definitely the plan.

"You got another glass?" Felicity questioned.

"I didn't take you for a day drinker."

"It's gotta be five o'clock somewhere."

With a strained smirk, Sara fetched another glass. She filled it with only a small amount. "You look like a lightweight," she said in response to Felicity's questioning frown.

Felicity didn't argue, since it was the truth. They clinked glasses, and she took a sip. The amber, oak-tasting liquid burned down Felicity's throat and she coughed. "Holy frack." Her voice sounded thick and raspy. "What the hell is this?"

"The League's own special brand of whiskey. It's good stuff. Put some hair on your chest."

"Just what I need," Felicity coughed and took another tentative sip.

Sara took a large gulp and stared at her expectantly. "Al Sah-him told you, didn't he? He told you what Armitage did to my family."

"All I know is he's responsible for their deaths. Al Sah-him didn't give me any of the details. The choice is yours whether you tell me what happened." Felicity swirled the liquid in her cup and met her friend's gaze. "Sara, I am so sorry. I had no idea."

"It's not your fault. And I didn't expect you to know, since it was obvious early on that you weren't involved in H.I.V.E."

"No, I wasn't. But if you had mentioned Armitage to me, I probably would've openly told you that he's an asshole of epic proportions." Sara huffed in agreement at that. "My encounters with him were always through my father, and they were never pleasant."

"For years I've wished for the chance to be face to face with him, if only to exact the same agony and brutality that was shown to my family. Al Sah-him was right to ban me from the dinner tonight. I'd probably slit his throat with the butter knife."

"I would've guessed steak knife."

"Too quick and clean," she said with a shake of her head. "He deserves to suffer."

A couple of months ago Felicity would've blanched at such talk. Her time in the League and trials she since faced had toughened her. She knew exactly what it was like to wield such a weapon and plunge it into warm flesh. She'd watched as her attacker's life drained from his eyes. Although she did not take pleasure in the act of killing him, there was a sense of relief and satisfaction afterward at having eliminated the threat. Sara had no such relief. Felicity could hardly imagine how painful it must be to spend years knowing her tormentor was alive and well, wreaking havoc on God knows how many other poor victims.

"Will you tell me what happened?" Felicity requested.

Sara took a few more sips of her whiskey and nodded toward the bed. The two women took a seat across from each other. "I grew up in Hub City with my parents and my older sister. Are you familiar with it?"

"Yes. It's like a bigger, rougher version of Las Vegas."

"Yeah. My father was a detective there, and my mom was a professor of literature at a local university. They were total opposites. He was stable and structured while my mom was impulsive and a free spirit. You'd think they wouldn't get along, but they did. They were the perfect balance to each other. My sister had just finished her senior year of college and was planning to attend law school in the fall. Laurel, she…she was like the perfect daughter. Smart and beautiful, everyone admired her. She was just like my father. All about exacting justice and making the world a better place. She would've, too, if she'd gotten the chance to be a lawyer."

"What about you? What were you like?"

"Me, I took after my mom." She smiled wryly. "I was the typical wild child. Rules, to me, were made to be broken. School was never my thing. I graduated high school but wasn't sure if I wanted to go to college. I didn't excel like Laurel, so I found other ways to get attention. I used to sneak out a lot and go to parties with older kids. I'd drink and hook up with boys. I hadn't quite figured out that I was bisexual back then. Anyway, it drove my dad crazy to see me so reckless. He worried all the time, and I know it hurt him that he couldn't actually get through to me. But I was eighteen and technically an adult capable of making her own decisions. I swear he was tempted to use his handcuffs on me a time or two." She grinned to herself, remembering.

"Overprotective dads…I've had some experience with that," Felicity commented. "Although it sounds like your dad was a good guy."

"He was the best. I didn't appreciate him enough back then," she admitted regretfully. "We didn't have the best relationship, but he would've done anything to protect me. And I know he did everything he could that night…" Sara took a shaky breath. "I'd been planning to sneak out and go to a rave with my friends. I was just about to slip out the window when I heard the doorbell ring. My dad was working the night shift, and so my mom rushed to the door. The last time we got a visit so late, he'd been injured on the job. She was worried something had happened again.

"I didn't even hear the gun go off. They'd used a silencer. I only heard the thud of her body hitting the floor. I thought she'd gotten bad news and fainted. It was Laurel who knew we were in danger. She came rushing into my room trying to push me toward the window. I'd only gotten a leg out when the men came bursting into the room and grabbed us. There were four of them, and they were huge and rough looking. Some had these ghastly skull tattoos…" She paused and took another gulp of her drink. "We were held hostage in the living room. My mom lay dead just several feet from us." Sara was looking past Felicity, her eyes glassy as she obviously relived the horrific event.

Felicity felt her own eyes watering. Not wanting to set off her friend who was already struggling, she tried to hold back the tears until Sara finished.

"Our captors bound and taunted us until my dad finally came home. They said they'd kill us if we didn't do as we were told. My dad had absolutely no idea the horror he was walking into. I'll never forget the sound he made the moment he came through the door and saw my mom lying there in a pool of her own blood. It was almost inhuman. Pure anguish. He almost doubled over but, being a cop, he quickly assessed the situation and shifted his focus to Laurel and me. The men disarmed him and tied him to another chair. They hammered him with questions I didn't understand. If they thought he was lying, they hurt me or Laurel. All I could gather through the pain and fear was that they were in reference to a case he was working. And they wanted to know all about what he had on Armitage. It wasn't just answers they sought, though. We were to be made an example of.

"When they got all they wanted out of him, they shot Laurel. It was fatal but not quick. We watched her bleed out, gasping. My dad tried to offer what little comfort he could in her final moments. Then they turned the gun on me. They made him beg to spare me. He was crying and offering them whatever they wanted. I felt the barrel at the back of my head. I wanted to close my eyes and wish it all away, but I was too scared to look away from my dad. As odd as it sounds, he was my anchor in that moment. I was suddenly a little girl again looking to him to make it all better.

"The bullet was never intended for me. They shot my father instead. Another fatal but slow death. They were animals, but I was released and allowed to go to him. I held his hand as he died." Sara wiped a few tears away forcefully—like she was furious with herself for crying. "By that point, I wanted to die. I wanted it all to be over and to join my family. But they had other plans for me. The thugs who'd been hired to do the job were also involved in sex trafficking. I fit the bill for the type of girls they sold, and so they took me with them."

"Sara," Felicity breathed, her heart breaking.

"There were a bunch of other girls my age and even younger. We were lined up like cattle in just our bras and underwear. The bastards they were selling us to had to inspect us. That's how I met Nyssa. She was posing as one of the other abducted girls. Just before the sale was finished, she took out the leader—the one who also shot Laurel. The League then raided the place and took care of the rest."

"I didn't know the League intervened in things like that," she said.

"It doesn't usually. That was all Nyssa. She's always believed that women should never have to suffer at the hands of men. All of the other girls ran for freedom except me. I was in shock and didn't have anyone to run home to. I curled up in a ball right there on the floor praying for death. Nyssa knelt before me. Even though I'd just seen her kill a man, there was kindness in her eyes. And I just had this feeling like I could trust her. She coaxed me up, and I went with her willingly to the safe house. She took care of me for a couple of days and eventually got the truth of what happened out of me. I'd watched a news report on TV talking and speculating about what happened to my family, and I was filled with overwhelming grief. But the rage…nothing compared to that. I vowed to never be that powerless again and to do whatever I could to find Armitage and make him pay. That's when she told me about the League. Being protected, cared for, and transformed into an elite fighter so I would never be at the mercy of others was too good an opportunity to pass up. It was the only way I would be able to effectively get my revenge.

"I returned with her to Nanda Parbat, pledged myself to the League, and trained with her and Al Sah-him. They showed me how to keep fighting. And on the days I didn't feel strong enough, Nyssa was there to shoulder some of the burden. She made her strength mine, and it's one of the many reasons why I fell in love with her. Without her, I'd be dead in so many ways. Al Sah-him, too, refused to give up on me. Now being a warrior is like second nature. I've faced grown, evil men and made them tremble before me. This life isn't perfect, but I wouldn't have it any other way."

Felicity bobbed her head in understanding. She knew exactly how Sara felt about being a warrior, because that's how Felicity felt about being a hacker. Whatever physical and emotional limitations her father had forced on her, the digital world is where she took refuge. The digital world is where she had control. With the stroke of a key, Felicity wielded just as much power over someone's life. But, unlike her father, she wanted to be an unstoppable force for good.

"So, what happened after you completed your training? Why didn't you initially go after Armitage?" she carefully inquired. "Or did you?"

"After some time passed, I was allowed to leave Nanda Parbat for missions. I looked up the reports on my family's deaths again to be sure. My father had been assisting on a RICO case and after some digging, with the help of Nyssa and Al Sah-him, we found the direct connection to Armitage. The cops and the feds were looking for a smoking gun to tie him to the crimes. My father wasn't the lead investigator, but he was important enough that his death was a warning to others involved in the case.

"I wanted to go after him directly, but Al Sah-him learned from Ra's that Armitage was a part of H.I.V.E. And when it came to H.I.V.E., Ra's was very strict in his strategy about how we dealt with his greatest enemy. I was promised the chance to take my revenge once we'd weakened the organization, but H.I.V.E. was not easily defeated. Armitage is one of the richest men in the world, and the protection Darhk afforded him has made him virtually untouchable. There were too many casualties on both sides for years and then a few months ago, the truce was announced."

"But you said earlier that Ra's was still going to let you go after Armitage despite the alliance. Not that I'm siding against it because Armitage clearly deserves to be taken out, but how would you get away with that without jeopardizing the truce?"

"It would've been a rogue mission. I promised Ra's and Al Sah-him that I would not implicate the League in any way, which included foregoing using some of its resources." She added, "Plus, as assassins, we learn many methods of subterfuge. In addition to kicking ass, I have a knack for staging events. I would've taken the opportunity to avenge my family and pinned it on one of Armitage's many other enemies. But now it seems that option is about to be taken away from me if we're in talks to align with Armitage, as well."

"God, Sara, I'm so sorry," Felicity sympathized. "For everything that happened to you and your family." She shook her head and clenched her hands in her lap. "You were so kind to me when I first came to Nanda Parbat despite my connection to Darhk and H.I.V.E. How did you do it? How do you not hate me right now?" Nervously she questioned, "Or was us being friends really just a way for you to eventually get more intel on H.I.V.E.?"

"That was the original plan before I met you," Sara confessed. "I fully expected you to be a threat or at the very least an opportunity. But after you were first brought to Al Sah-him, he told me about the situation—how you were abducted and forced into the marriage. He told me you were a fighter, too, and he was right. The moment you woke up, you were scared but that didn't stop you from standing up for yourself or unleashing your sarcasm. I knew you were a kindred spirit, and it was in that moment I decided to do for you what Nyssa did for me."

"I hope you know I'm very grateful," Felicity told her. "I was so angry and utterly terrified when my father left me here. I could tell you were badass"—Sara smirked proudly—"but you were also kind and funny. You didn't hold my outsider status against me like everyone else. You helped me so much in those first weeks."

Sara nodded in acceptance. "What are friends for?"

"Exactly." Felicity returned the kindly grin as her mind raced with an inkling of a plan. "That's why I want to return the favor. I want to help you take down Armitage and get justice for your family. If I can get access to Al Hassoub's computer again, then I can—"

Her friend reared back, shocked. "Felicity, I can't ask that of you."

"You're not asking. I'm offering," she insisted. "Your family was not the first to suffer from that man's greed, but it should've been the last."

"Al Sah-him would never allow it."

"As much as I've come to admire my husband, he is not the boss of me," she asserted. "This is my choice. I'm sure if I just talk to him, he'll see reason and—"

"He won't," Sara argued. "Trust me. This order came from Ra's and Al Sah-him won't disobey, especially if your safety could be compromised. Besides, anything we try will be useless as long as Armitage is protected by your father and H.I.V.E."

"Then we'll just have to find a way to remove him from H.I.V.E., won't we?" Felicity challenged and took a sip of her drink. This time it actually flowed smoothly down her throat.

The frown of disapproval on Sara's face was at war with the desire and intrigue Felicity could see reflecting in her eyes. "Remove him?" she repeated.

"If he's no longer a member of H.I.V.E., then he's no longer under my father's protection. And if that's the case, then the truce doesn't apply. You will be able to go after Armitage freely, in whichever manner you see fit."

Sara was silent, her mouth in a terse line while the battle raged within. Finally, she spoke up, "How would we go about doing that? What exactly did you have in mind?"

Felicity raised her glass and motioned for Sara to pour her another drink while she spoke. By the time she had finished explaining her idea, the pair was beaming and clinked their glasses. If everything went according to plan, dinner with their unwanted guests might not be such a terrible burden after all.

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Patting her hands along her dress to make sure it fell properly in place, Felicity declared herself ready. The dress she'd chosen for tonight's dinner wasn't as bright or bold as some of the other ensembles in her wardrobe. It was black as night, although by no means plain. Gold trim lined her sleeves and along her neckline. The top outer layer of her skirt was also gold but with sequins that shined against the dark bottom fold and hem. The real highlight, though, was the jeweled dragon, its wings outstretched, attached to the belt around her waist. It bore a similar resemblance to the demon symbol on Al Sah-him's formal robe. Side by side, they would be a perfect, regal pair. They were representing Ra's and, as Al Sah-him stressed, needed to show a united front to Armitage. Felicity actually found herself hoping it would be relayed to her father. She wanted him to question his decision and worry that she'd actually blended seamlessly into the League. It would surely be a blow to his ego.

Al Sah-him did a cursory glance of her and grinned. "You look nice, shamsi."

"Just nice?" she replied and approached him.

"Well, maybe a little more than nice," he amended, meeting her halfway.

"I suppose that's as good a compliment as I'll get from a man wearing a fancy bathrobe," she retorted with a coquettish smile.

Al Sah-him rolled his eyes in mock exasperation and said, "For the last time, it's not a bathrobe. It's a Dagla."

"Mmm hmm," she hummed while slipping her hands underneath to wrap around his waist. "Whatever you say."

"It's customary to wear them on special occasions, such as hosting potential allies. With Ra's away, it's appropriate."

"I wouldn't go so far as to say Armitage is an ally but…" Felicity trailed off with an unconvinced shrug.

"You know what I mean."

The blonde sighed and picked at an invisible thread on his shirt. "I suppose but just because you have a deal with my father, doesn't mean you need to extend the same courtesy to Armitage," Felicity pointed out. "In fact, I say let's lock him up in the dungeon instead and let Sara do her thing. That will certainly send a message to my father."

"As great as that idea sounds, Armitage is H.I.V.E.," he pointedly reminded. "We can't touch him or else it'll jeopardize the truce."

"But what if he wasn't H.I.V.E.? Would you let Sara seek justice then?" she pressed, trying to gauge more effectively where he stood on the matter. Sara swore that Al Sah-him would not disobey orders without a valid reason, which had yet to be presented.

Al Sah-him took her by the shoulders and met her gaze head on. "I can't think like that. I can only deal in absolutes. Felicity, I understand how badly you want to help Sara—especially after learning the truth today. But I have my orders from Ra's, and that's to at least hear Armitage out."

"But you're his heir, and he trusts you to rule in his absence. Sara was made a promise, and I think we could at least put some pressure on Armitage. Maybe I could investigate and even hack—"

"No," Al Sah-him sharply rebuked, causing Felicity to rear back. He flinched, recognizing his harshness and softened his next words. "Sorry, it's just...shamsi, I admire your kindness and compassion. They're what makes you you. But, as I explained to Nyssa earlier, Armitage is a pawn in a much bigger game right now and with your father visiting soon, I'm not going to do anything that may escalate tensions or put you in a more precarious position." When she was about object again, he added, "Even if I would like nothing more than to run Armitage through myself. I promise you Sara will one day get to avenge her family, but today is not that day. Do you understand?"

Felicity understood perfectly. The request sounded more like an order, and she bit back a retort. Sara had been right about Al Sah-him. He was not going to budge on the Armitage issue if the risk to herself and the truce was too great. As badly as she wanted to include him on their plan tonight, Felicity forced herself to remain silent. He would stop her if he knew what they were going to do, and she couldn't take that risk. The opportunity tonight was too perfect. Al Sah-him said he couldn't deal in conjecture, so she would proceed in stage one of the plan. Felicity had to ensure they had a legitimate way to get him the guarantee he'd need to make a move against Armitage without causing World War III between H.I.V.E. and the League.

"I suppose," she acknowledged, forcing a begrudged tone. Felicity couldn't sound too compliant or else he'd get suspicious. He knew her to be stubborn.

Al Sah-him soothingly rubbed her shoulders. "We need to head to the entrance and be ready to greet them. Am I allowed to kiss you before we leave, or will I get in trouble again for ruining your lipstick?" He titled her chin up further, hovering over her lips.

Despite the mild irritation of his order and twinge of nerves she felt creeping up, Felicity blushed at the memory of the last time he'd ruined her makeup. Ever since the night of her birthday, it was impossible not to sit at her vanity and look in the mirror without envisioning her husband poised behind her with his head buried in her neck and hand up her dress. Felicity absently reached for her sunflower necklace and stroked the charm, bringing a pleased grin to Al Sah-him's face.

"You'll be in trouble if you don't kiss me," she flirtatiously quipped and leaned up.

"Wouldn't want that." His voice was low and husky. Their lips brushed in a feather-light kiss that still somehow managed to make her entire body tingle.

A tiny smudge of lipstick managed to get on his bottom lip. Felicity wiped it away with her thumb and nearly moaned when his tongue darted out for a taste before kissing it. The electricity in the air between them crackled.

"We should go," she mumbled, unable to look away from his hypnotizing stare.

"Right. I don't think being late to greet these guests would go over too well." He couldn't resist placing one last kiss to her cheek before holding out his arm.

Felicity took hold of it before he guided them out of the bedroom. The main foyer had been blocked off by guards to keep it clear. Nyssa was already there waiting and greeted them curtly. Her anger and frustration had not dissipated, but she was much more subtle in how she expressed it than earlier. Her stoic expression was reinforced by her full dress of armor, which wasn't exactly necessary but made a clear statement of distrust.

"Warith, your guests are arriving now," one of the guards informed them.

Al Sah-him nodded and guided Felicity to stand beside him in the center of the foyer. They were perfectly in line with the grand doors. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself and focus. Al Sah-him squeezed her hand, and she offered him a tentative smile. A couple of minutes later, the doors opened and Milo Armitage strode in. The older man had a bald head and hawk-like features. He was flanked by two middle-aged men in suits, as well as four others dressed in military-style gear. The quartet was obviously bodyguards, though they probably wouldn't stand a chance against any of the assassins in the room should a problem arise. Armitage had to know that already but needed to bring along some protection if for nothing else than show.

"Mr. Armitage, welcome to Nanda Parbat," Al Sah-him greeted in his deep, authoritative League voice. "I trust you had a good journey."

"It was all right, although I would have preferred a nice scenic view of the desert on the way over instead of the blacked out windows."

"I apologize for the inconvenience, but the secrecy of our location is of the utmost importance."

"No matter. I have heard many stories of this place over the years and am honored to have received an invitation to visit," Armitage replied. Almost instantly he turned his attention to Felicity, openly and intently taking her in. She refused to fidget under his scrutinizing gaze and stood firmly beside her husband. "Felicity, it's so good to see you again. It's been too long. Allow me to extend my congratulations on your recent nuptials."

He held out a hand for her to take. She tightened her grip on her husband's arm before accepting it. "Thank you," she spoke. It took every ounce of self-control to be polite and not to show the enormous amount of disgust she felt when he pressed it to his lips. "However, I no longer go by Felicity. My League name is Abad-eshams."

"Fascinating. What does it mean?"

"The Sunflower."

Armitage smiled in what he probably thought was a charming manner, but Felicity found it to be condescending. "Sounds like something you would choose, Fel—Abad-eshams," he corrected with a nod.

"Actually, I chose it," Al Sah-him interjected. "I found it embodied her beauty and personality perfectly."

"I am very happy with it—among other things," she added and smiled coyly up at Al Sah-him for effect. He lifted the hand he held and brought it to his lips. Felicity didn't have to fake being flustered at the gesture of affection. The rare cracks in his outward mask continued to thrill her.

The exchange brought a look of bewilderment on Armitage's face before he quickly recovered. Felicity wondered what her father had told him about the situation prior to this. It seemed as if their guest had been expecting to witness some hostility between them.

"I always thought you would grow into a fine young woman," the older man complimented, barely disguising his leer. He eyed the demon symbol on her waist, no doubt taking in every detail to report back to Darhk. "You struck me as the kind not easily tied down, and yet married life seems to suit you remarkably. I would like to hear more of how your husband has left you so satisfied."

Felicity noticed the sudden tightness in Al Sah-him's jaw. Although it was typical for Armitage to eye her like a thirsty man in need of water, her husband did not know that. And he definitely did not approve of the insinuation that she'd been sexually coerced into submission.

"My wife is respected and well cared for." Al Sah-him spoke up resolutely while sliding his arm around her waist. He drew her into his side, the gesture of protectiveness clear. "As a result, she has willingly accepted her new life in the League with strength and dignity. I trust you will convey that to my father-in-law the next time you see him." The blunt statement hinting at what this meeting was really about had Felicity biting her lip to hide a smirk. The response was typical Al Sah-him: strong, direct, and authoritative. His brashness in defending her was also incredibly sexy, and she stood proudly beside him.

"Who are your companions?" Felicity questioned in an effort to end the staring contest that followed between Armitage and Al Sah-him.

Armitage, as expected, broke first. "Forgive the delay in introductions. These are my associates Jack Dowd and Henry Thorne." The men nodded in kind.

"I am Al Sah-him, Heir to the Demon," he said to them in formal greeting.

"I am Nyssa al Ghul," the brunette spoke up. "Daughter of the Demon."

"Are we missing someone?" Armitage questioned. "Ra's informed me that we would be hosted by his household. And if I'm not mistaken, there is at least one more Daughter of the Demon, is there not?"

Felicity's stomach clenched at the mention of Talia and thought it curious that Armitage may have been directed to specifically ask for her. Was that Ra's doing or her father's?

Nyssa coolly answered, "My sister Talia regrettably has other obligations she must fulfill tonight. She sends her apologies."

More, somewhat tense, pleasantries were exchanged before Al Sah-him beckoned them to follow to the dining room. It was then that Felicity shot a discrete look to Nyssa, who gave her the barest of nods in return. This was their chance.

"Gentlemen," Nyssa called to them. "Before we venture any further, I must ask that you turn off your phones or any other devices and leave them with our attendant."

Armitage frowned. "Excuse me?"

Al Sah-him wore a similar expression of astonishment at the request but managed to hide it well. Knowing that such a precaution would not have originated from Nyssa, he glanced at Felicity with a slightly raised brow. Her look back silently told him it was necessary, and he deferred to her superior expertise.

"Nanda Parbat is our home, and we have a very simple and traditional way of life in the compound. As Al Sah-him said, our location needs to be protected. Anything that may compromise its whereabouts or be used to photograph and gather intel is prohibited. The League of Assassins is so effective because it exists in the shadows, and we intend to keep it that way. I am sure you understand and will honor our customs," Nyssa stated and beckoned the hooded, masked attendant forward.

The men were reluctant. The request was really a veiled command, and the evening would not continue without compliance. The group did as instructed, and it was the bodyguards that grumbled most when they were forced to also hand over their comms. As the group turned to leave, Felicity glanced over her shoulder at the attendant who'd managed to keep her head down and temper in check. Sara caught her eye and gave Felicity a conspiratorial wink. And so it began.

---

The halls of the compound were mostly quiet in the middle of the night. The guards stationed throughout were trained to be silent as ghosts. If Felicity were to venture off on her own, she would have a basic idea of where to go but probably be caught quickly. Then there would be the challenge of breaching the war room, which was usually secured. Thankfully, Felicity had Sara and Nyssa to guide her. They knew how to avoid the nightly patrols and Nyssa, as Daughter of the Demon, had access to the war room.

The truly tricky part for Felicity had been explaining to Al Sah-him why she would be spending the night in Sara's room instead of in their own with him. It was especially difficult after their tedious dinner with Armitage. Al Sah-him hadn't said anything about the innuendos Armitage had made about her now being Bride to the Demon or the way he'd stolen glances at her during the dinner and brief tour of the compound. This, of course, had all been interspersed with their talk of business and possible partnering on mutually beneficial ventures. Armitage had government officials all over the world in his pocket, and he thought flaunting such influence would tempt Ra's and his heir. The League, after all, was known for manipulating world events and famous figures over the course of history.

Her awareness that Armitage had used his dirty connections to murder Sara's family and God knows how many others filled Felicity with a deeper level of repulsion as the night wore on. She also understood Sara's desire to wield the butter knife as a weapon. The only way Felicity got through it smiling and answering politely when appropriate was the knowledge that her, Sara, and Nyssa's plan was being put into action while they dined.

After informing Nyssa of what they wanted to do and her agreeing to help, they'd had to make preparations. The way to take out Armitage wouldn't be through physical force but digital defacement. He had to be stripped of his resources and made vulnerable. Felicity was aware of some strings she could pull at, since she'd spent years keeping tabs on her father. But in order to see the entire picture, it was best that Felicity get direct access to Armitage's private, secured information.

Felicity had been so excited when Nyssa informed her that Al Hassoub, in addition to his impressive computer station, had his own private stash and storage of tech. It made sense since he would have to not only maintain the computers but also supply assassins with the resources they'd need when going out on missions in the real world. If Armitage had to hand over his phone, Felicity anticipated he would check it for bugs or tampering afterward. The spyware had to be internal and undetectable. Once the device was infected, Felicity could access it remotely and hack into the data further.

As annoying as Al Hassoub could be, Felicity had to give him credit for always being prepared. He did have an impressive stockpile of tech. It was like being in a techie toy store, and she'd found exactly the spyware she'd needed. The USB flash drive, once connected to Armitage's phone, would upload the pre-programmed malware and could then be removed and returned to storage without anyone the wiser. Felicity had given Sara specific instructions on what to do while she and Nyssa hosted their oblivious guest. As expected, Armitage had inspected his phone when it was returned. Felicity resisted the satisfied smirk at the knowledge that The Canary quite literally was pulling one over on the cat this time.

She and Al Sah-him had retired to their room afterward, since it was getting late. The breath of relief she'd exhaled with Armitage gone was brief. Al Sah-him had asked if she was okay before he started kissing her. The way he drew her close and held onto her so tightly was all the confirmation she needed that Armitage's behavior and the invisible threat of Darhk had affected him more than he'd let on all night. The stone-cold demeanor he exuded during negotiations cracked completely in her presence. It tore at something inside of Felicity having to leave him then.

Keeping her words and gaze steady as she gave an excuse about checking on Sara and possibly having a girls' night to cheer her up took some effort. Al Sah-him seemed surprised by that but didn't outright object. She gave him a conciliatory kiss and told him not to wait up. Felicity didn't know how long it would take to hack Armitage's system and set up the provisions she would need to keep tabs on him, and she couldn't chance Al Sah-him getting worried or suspicious about her long absence in the middle of the night. According to Nyssa, it was the only time the war room was completely empty. They didn't need Al Hassoub walking in on her mid-hack and then blabbing to her husband.

"You have about four hours before the early risers in my father's council start trickling in," Nyssa informed her once they'd made it inside.

Felicity nodded. "Got it."

"You're absolutely sure you can get into Al Hassoub's system and poke around in there without tipping him off?" Sara questioned.

"Yes," she reassured her. "Al Hassoub is good, but I'm better. Plus, I've used it before and you're looking at one of the most distinguished members of the MIT Class of '09."

Sara smiled wryly. "Is that Felicity talking or Ghost Fox Goddess?" In response to her questioning glance, her friend elaborated, "Nyssa might've mentioned your alter ego and how badass you were when helping out with that Bratva mission crisis."

Felicity beamed with pride. "Don't worry, Sara, I've got this."

"I shall keep watch in case we have unexpected visitors," Nyssa informed them.

"And I'll…" Sara trailed off, at a loss. "Okay, I'll admit I suck at technology. So, what exactly do you need me to do?"

"Nothing right now. You can stand guard with Nyssa or get some sleep if you want. It'll be a little while." Felicity hoped Sara chose the latter, because it would be rude to mention how haggard and worn out she currently looked.

As Felicity turned to take her place at the station, Sara's hand on her arm halted her "Felicity, I know this is a risk, especially for you, so thank you. Even if nothing comes of it, I appreciate you trying."

"This is what I do, Sara, and it will work. It'll just take time," Felicity emphasized. She didn't want Sara getting her hopes up too soon.

"You're sure you're okay with keeping this from Al Sah-him?"

"I don't like it, but I think it's necessary for right now. I haven't known him as long, but I do know he's stubborn when it comes to shielding me from any possible danger." Sara nodded in agreement. "And he's all about strategy. If we can prove to him that there is a weakness to exploit without implicating us or the League, then I think he'd forgive the deception and be on board. He's the only one that could influence Ra's, too. But"—Felicity gave her friend a serious look—"once this all does come together, Sara, you have to promise me you won't act without Al Sah-him's authority. At that point, we have to bring him into the fold and let him ultimately weigh the risks. That's my one condition."

Sara mulled it over for a moment and then nodded her head in assent. "Fair enough. I promise."

Satisfied, Felicity got to work. It didn't take long for her to get lost in the code and subterfuge. The malware had worked perfectly, and Felicity easily was able to access Armitage's device remotely. She dug deeper inside the sensitive information and set up a program to monitor his activity. It was untraceable and could be accessed through any device, since Felicity probably wouldn't always be able to use Al Hassoub's computers. How she could get her hands on some tech with Wi-Fit outside of the war room was the next challenge they needed to solve, though it could wait for right now.

One step at a time, Felicity mused.

It was sometime later that she finally broke out of her trance. Nyssa still stood by the door, listening for anyone approaching. Sara, who'd been running through some sword exercises earlier, stood beside her. They looked to be in the middle of an intense conversation but kept their voices low. Although Felicity was finished with her task, she didn't want to interrupt them. She turned back to the computer and drummed her fingers on the desk.

A couple of minutes later, realization struck her. Not only did she have full access to the computer but, unlike last time, there was no one lurking over her shoulder keeping watch. A golden opportunity like this might never come along again, and she'd be remiss not to take advantage. There was only one person on the outside she would ever want to contact, and Felicity knew he must be worried sick by her disappearance. She had to let Diggle know that she was alive and safe for now.

Felicity's fingers flew quickly but quietly over the keyboard. Without even having to think about it, she pulled up the private and encrypted messaging system they'd always used to prevent her father and his ghosts from prying. Felicity stared at the blank message box and thought carefully about what to say. She didn't want to give him too much information or a hint of her location, because he would most definitely try to come and get her regardless of the danger. There was absolutely no way she could let him risk his life like that. She'd already lost so much, and she wasn't prepared to sacrifice Diggle for anything—even for her own chance at freedom. She would find another way.

Hi Dig,

It's Felicity. And before you get suspicious that I'm an impostor, remember that I know you're still embarrassed about the time you slipped and fell in a restaurant while on your first date with Lyla because some idiot had spilled his drink. All those years of military training and it was a glass of wine that took you out. ;)

I have to be quick, because I don't have much time. All you need to know right now is that I'm alive and doing okay. I'm so sorry I left without a word. It wasn't my choice, and I don't exactly have much access to my beloved tech nowadays. But please don't make yourself sick with worry, because I promise I'm not alone. There are some good people here watching out for me.

I love you, and I miss you. Don't bother tracing this, because you won't be able to. As much as you've tried to protect me all these years, I'm trying to protect you now. Take care of yourself, which includes not doing anything stupid to find me. If you get yourself killed, I'm going to be really pissed! Hopefully, it won't be too long until we see each other again. Stay safe until then.

Love,

Felicity

With her heart in her throat, she pushed the SEND button and held her breath. She wasn't sure when Diggle would actually see it. He could be anywhere in the world right now. In fact, it was probably best if she didn't see his response. It would most likely break her heart further. Just as she was about to log out, she received a new message. Despite her initial resolve, Felicity clicked to open it.

Finally! Thank God you're alive! You're right, I have been worried sick ever since I saw your apartment trashed and you missing. I love you too, which is why there's no way in hell I will stop searching. Please tell me who took you. Was it Darhk? Tell me anything so I can help you. We can figure this out together like always. I'm serious! You don't need to protect me when you're the one clearly in danger. Felicity Megan Smoak (yes, you know I mean business when I use your full name), I am begging you. TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE RIGHT NOW! PLEASE!

-Dig

Felicity's eyes watered as she read his response. It was filled with relief, love, and actual terror for her safety. Her fingers hovered over the keys. She so badly wanted to message Dig back and tell him everything that happened. He already suspected her father as she'd anticipated, but she feared what he would do if she confirmed it. Dig already was hellbent in his search, and Felicity had to stay strong. She had to keep him out of this at all costs.

"Is it done?"

Felicity jumped at the sound of Sara's approaching voice behind her and quickly closed the program. "What? I mean yes! It's done. It's all set. W-we're ready to go," she sputtered, tripping over her words. "Stage one totally complete."

"You all right?"

She turned to find Sara and Nyssa watching her curiously. "Yeah, sorry. I get a little disoriented when I come out of my hacking daze," Felicity excused. "And we should probably go. We've been here long enough. Don't want to push our luck."

She swiftly erased any trace of activity in the system and followed the pair out. Felicity may have been able to disguise what she'd done digitally, but there was no way to delete the ache in her heart over freezing out Dig. In fact, it grew heavier with every retreating step she took.

---

Felicity smashed face-down onto the mat with a groan. "Damn it," she cursed.

"The trick is to evenly distribute your weight," Sara instructed.

"Sure. No problem." Felicity flipped over and took a few breaths. Unlike that last few times she'd wiped out, she made no move to get up so quickly.

Sara crouched down to her level. "You okay?"

The blonde sat up and readjusted her ponytail. "I'm fine." It probably would've been more convincing if she'd managed to meet her friend's eye.

"Is this about last night?" Sara kept her voice low. She probably didn't want Tommy to overhear, but there was a slim chance he'd pick up on anything.

He was working out on the salmon ladder while Nyssa practiced with a staff nearby. Every once in a while, she would offer him instruction. Tommy wasn't as skilled as Al Sah-him on the piece of equipment, but he was doing much better than before. The strength training was starting to pay off.

Sara pressed on, "You've seemed off ever since you set up the tech. Are you sure you're not feeling guilty about keeping it from Al Sah-him?"

Felicity reached for her water and took a large sip. Sara wasn't wrong about her being off and experiencing guilt lying to Al Sah-him. However, it had nothing to do with investigating Armitage. It was the inner battle that raged with the message she'd sent to Dig, causing her two lives to clash. Al Sah-him had been so amazing to her, and Felicity could genuinely say she'd come to care for him deeply. Every day the pull between them became stronger as they carved out a life together in the League. If her husband knew, despite everything, the depth with which she still missed Dig and her old life, Al Sah-him would feel so hurt and betrayed.

It also killed Felicity that she couldn't be completely honest with Dig. He'd been the one person in the world she could always depend on and show her true self. He was a brother and a confidante. Her first and only protector for so long. Felicity had been so focused on getting a reassuring message to him that she hadn't expected how she'd feel if he actually answered back. The relief of knowing that her father hadn't come for Dig and he was okay was tempered by the guilt of him searching for her. Felicity wasn't even sure if she needed rescuing at this point, and there was no telling what Dig would think about her conflicted feelings. He would most likely be furious if he learned of her marriage to Al Sah-him.

Needless to say, it was all very complicated. Felicity was getting a headache from the emotional whiplash. But she couldn't exactly tell Sara all that. "It's not about Armitage. I look forward to bringing him down. It's the right thing to do, and Al Sah-him will see that eventually."

"So what's up?"

Felicity quickly tried to come up with an excuse. She vaguely answered, "I'm just a little stressed, I guess."

"Stressed about what?"

For some reason, her husband's heated kisses the previous night popped into her mind and she blurted out, "Sex."

Sara's eyebrows shot up to her hairline. "Excuse me?"

Damn it, damn it, damn it! "Well, not like the act of sex. I know all about the birds and the bees. And it's not like I haven't experienced it before. But you don't really need to know that. What I have or haven't done isn't the point. Oh God…" She held her hands to her hot cheeks, mortified.

Sara pressed her lips together, but the gesture did little to prevent her laughter. "This took a surprising turn."

"I'm sorry! I don't know where that came from," she rushed out. "Forget I mentioned it."

"No need to apologize. I told you that you could talk to me about anything. Obviously, this is something that's been on your mind. I'm not entirely sure I want the gory details of you and Al Sah-him, but I've been with men before. If you need advice then—"

"Al Sah-him and I aren't sleeping together," she was quick to clarify.

Her friend seemed surprised yet again. "You're not?"

Felicity shook her head. "No."

"Oh, sorry. I just assumed—"

"We made it look like we did on our wedding night, so that our marriage would be validated. But we haven't reached that point. At least, not yet."

"Well, I already knew the wedding night was a lie," she told her. "Al Sah-him would never force himself on anyone. But you two seem so…close now that I thought it might've happened."

"We're taking it slow—mostly," Felicity replied, remembering the night of her birthday. Based on Sara's impish grin, she'd say her friend was thinking about it, too. Arriving late with Al Sah-him and the permanent blush coloring her cheeks had definitely tipped off their friends that something had happened. Aside from a suggestive comment from Tommy—which earned him a kick under the table from Nyssa—no one dare called them out on it.

"That's understandable," Sara said.

"But I think it will happen sooner than later," Felicity stated honestly. Every intimate moment she shared with Al Sah-him strengthened the growing bond and attraction between them. And she almost always found herself wanting more. Now that the topic had been raised, there was something she'd been meaning to ask Sara. Working up the courage, though, wasn't easy. But she probably shouldn't pass up the opportunity if they were already on the subject.

"Say what you need to say, Felicity," her friend knowingly encouraged.

Felicity cut straight to the point. "Does the League believe in birth control?"

"We're mostly made up of warriors and assassins, so yes," Sara answered. "The missions come first and having a bunch of members pregnant or hindered by caring for too many children would interfere with that."

"So, if I asked for contraception, I could get it. Right?"

"I don't see why not. Condoms are readily available."

Al Sah-him had mentioned that he was always careful, so Felicity didn't think he wouldn't be prepared. However, she needed extra reassurance for when the time did inevitably come. "I was actually hoping to get something I could control. Like the pill or patch or something. You know, just in case." Felicity's life was already in upheaval, and the last thing she needed was another surprise like an unplanned pregnancy. Not only was she young, but she'd been exposed to more darkness than most in this world. It seemed almost cruel to bring an innocent child into such a dangerous situation.

"Talk to Malak. As a physician, she'll be able to give you what you need."

"Good to know. Thanks," Felicity said somewhat shyly.

Sara kindly replied, "No problem."

"Hey, I thought you two were supposed to be training," Tommy called as he hung from the salmon ladder. "I can't be the only one busting my ass."

Felicity answered, "We were just taking a break."

"I wouldn't mind a break."

"You have another set," Nyssa reminded him.

Tommy unhooked the bar and dropped down to the ground. "I need a minute," he heaved. His shirt was soaked with sweat from the exertion.

"Can I try?" Felicity asked. Three heads whipped in her direction. "What? I'm not that weak." She wasn't entirely sure she could pull off even one move on the salmon ladder but constantly seeing her friends do it made Felicity curious to attempt it.

"I believe it will prove too much of a challenge, but you are welcomed to try," Nyssa told her.

The glib comment steeled Felicity's resolve. She stood up and walked over to Tommy, who'd placed the bar on the lowest level. Felicity glanced up at the bar, which appeared even higher above her petite frame. I can do this, she coached herself. She wiped her sweaty palms on her pants before jumping as high as she could. Felicity caught hold of the bar and swung mid-air. The distance to the next level seemed daunting, and she hesitated.

"Hop down for a sec," Tommy instructed. He took her place. "It's a chin-up with a flourish at the end. Momentum helps." He demonstrated it before jumping down.

"Right. No problem. I can totally flourish." She didn't know who she was trying to convince more, her friends or herself. Since the bar was currently out of her reach, Tommy gave her a boost.

Felicity kept her head above the bar. "Look, I'm chinning and upping."

"But can you flourish?" Sara good-naturedly challenged.

She lowered her body and swung yet again for momentum. But when she tried to actually pull herself back up, Felicity's muscles strained and shook. Within seconds, she knew she was in trouble.

"Oh, no. Not gonna happen. Nope. Help!" she implored as her fingers started to slip. It was a longer drop than she was comfortable with. Her hands burned rubbing against the metal. "I'm slipping, you guys!"

Tommy rushed forward and took hold of her waist. "It's all right. I got you. You can let go."

Felicity did just that and rested her hands on his shoulders for more support as she leaned against him. "Apparently, I can't actually flourish."

"It was a valiant effort," he reassured her.

She snorted at the obvious lie but appreciated Tommy trying to soften the blow. A throat cleared seconds later, and they turned to see Al Sah-him standing in the doorway with his arms crossed and a stern expression on his face. Realizing how compromising their position must appear, Tommy quickly placed her on the ground and stepped away.

"That wasn't what it looked like. Felicity wanted to try the salmon ladder and got stuck so I helped her," he rushed out. Al Sah-him's grim expression remained and Tommy continued, "It was really high, and I didn't want her to break her neck—or anything else. So, when you think about it, it would've been worse if I didn't do anything." He looked to Felicity in a panic and quietly begged, "Please don't let your husband kill me."

Al Sah-him addressed Felicity, as well. "And what's that you're wearing?"

Felicity did a cursory glance of the black spandex pants and tank top Sara had let her borrow until her own set were delivered from the seamstress. Nothing looked amiss. "Workout clothes," Felicity answered a little defensively while placing her hands on her hips. "You know, for working out."

"We were going through some self-defense exercises," Sara spoke up.

Another moment of silence passed. "Can we have the room please?" It wasn't actually a question.

Nyssa and Sara shared veiled looks before acquiescing. Tommy followed closely behind them while giving Al Sah-him a wide berth as he exited. The poor guy was acting as if he expected a beating. Felicity frowned disapprovingly at Al Sah-him, who was still watching her intently.

"You didn't have to freak out Tommy like that," she said once they were alone. "He really was just trying to help me. It was totally innocent."

"I know." He walked towards her.

"You don't have to be jealous."

"I'm not." His penetrating stare made her body tingle with curious excitement.

The gap between them was shrinking, and she stood her ground. "Then why are you acting all gruff and macho?" she demanded with a huff.

"Am I? He stopped with less than a few inches between them.

"Yes!" Felicity exclaimed in exasperation.

They stared into each other as the charged tension in the air thickened. Then, finally, the corner of Al Sah-him's mouth twitched. His eyes softened mirthfully while taking the final step into her personal space. "If you wanted a lesson on the salmon ladder, shamsi, all you had to do was just ask me. In fact, I could give you a full demonstration now if you want." His dimpled smirk was full blown, and she realized the sexy bastard was toying with her.

She didn't entirely know what had brought this on, but two could play that game. Felicity raised her chin and primly replied, "That won't be necessary. I really must be getting back to my exercises."

"Your training with Sara has been going well?" She nodded in response. "Show me."

"Excuse me?"

Al Sah-him undid his weapon's belt and tossed his jacket aside, revealing the form-fitting black t-shirt underneath. "I'd like to inspect your form." He unabashedly eyed her from head to toe. "Make sure you're using your body properly."

His deep, husky voice washed over Felicity, and her skin tingled as if he'd actually touched her. "I don't know," she stated with as much nonchalance as she could muster. "Sara has been an excellent teacher. You might not be able to handle me."

Al Sah-him's eyes darkened. "I look forward to the challenge." He walked over to the training mats. That delicious smirk was back as he innocently curled his finger to beckon her over. "Come here, shamsi."

Felicity licked her lips and took a moment to readjust her clothes in preparation, fully aware of her husband's appreciative gaze. She flipped her ponytail over her shoulder and came to stand before him. Raising an inquisitive brow, she cheekily questioned, "Where do you want me?"

"Stand in the center, please," he instructed. When she was in position, he started circling her like a predator about to claim his prey. "I'm going to run through a series of attack scenarios with you, and I want you to respond accordingly. You're to incapacitate me as best you can."

Felicity glanced over her shoulder at him. "But what if I hurt you?" She probably couldn't do too much damage, since Al Sah-him was an amazing fighter. Not even Dig who'd been in the Army Special Forces before joining her father's payroll moved with such deadly grace and precision. Nevertheless, taking a swing at Al Sah-him even if it was just sparring felt somewhat unnatural after the intimacy they'd shared.

"Then I'll know Sara has taught you well." He gave her an encouraging nod.

"You're much larger than me," she pointed out the obvious.

"Since you're small, most attackers will be." The underlying playfulness of his tone dulled and took on a grave edge. He was remembering Al Torr, just like her. "But Sara should've trained you for that. Anyway, I won't use my full strength against you. I just want to get a feel for your instincts and reaction time."

"Fine. So, how do you want to begin?"

His reply came in action not words. Without warning, Al Sah-him descended on her. Felicity let out an involuntary yelp and let her instincts take over like her husband had instructed. He came at her low, and she allowed him close enough to get a firm grip on his shoulders before thrusting up her knee as hard as she could. He easily blocked the blow to his groin but looked satisfied by her choice of defense.

"Good," he muttered before spinning her around. It caught Felicity off guard, which allowed him to get a firm grip on her from behind. She struggled in his arms while trying to recall the best defense. Wriggling her body, she attempted to get lower. When her elbow was free, she used her planted feet and strength from her centered core to drive the force upward into his ribs. Al Sah-him grunted in response and let her go.

Felicity quickly turned to face him. "Oh gosh, I'm sorry! Did that hurt?"

"Not as bad as some things but yes," he answered, not even trying to hide his proud grin. "That was really good."

"Oh. Thanks…I think." She reached to touch the spot where she'd hit him, wanting to check on it, but found he'd dragged her forward and restrained her hands behind her back. Every curve of her body pressed against the ridges of his. Al Sah-him's firm grip made it impossible for her to throw an elbow or raise her knee. She felt the heat emanating from his body, as well as his lips. They hovered close to her own, and she instinctively let herself lean into him to get closer.

"Felicity," he lightly growled, "you're supposed to be trying to get away from me."

"Mmm," she absently acknowledged. Her eyes drank in his distinguished features. She hadn't seen him this morning, since he'd already left their room when she returned. He'd trimmed his scruff, and there was the faint smell of his musky, spiced cologne. Standing so close, she now noticed the dark shadows beneath his eyes. "Did you get any sleep last night?"

"A little," he reluctantly answered. "Focus, Felicity."

"I don't know what to do other than attempt to headbutt that thick skull of yours, which will probably hurt me more than you." Al Sah-him guffawed in surprise at her jest, and she unabashedly beamed back. "You'll have to help me through this one."

Unable to keep a straight face, he agreed with a dimpled grin and walked Felicity through the actions she would take if she ever found herself in such a state. They ran through a few more scenarios. Some Felicity knew how to combat while others required more instruction. It was difficult to pay attention at times when she was so fully embraced by his sculpted arms, feeling his hot and firm body pressed to her back. All of the power and strength he wielded wrapped around her like an invisible cloak. It smothered the sense of self-preservation she was supposed to feel in an effort to save herself. More than anything, Felicity wanted to remain ensnared by him. Instead of instructions for escape, she yearned to hear promises of passion and devotion. The deep, primal desire rose up in her so unexpectedly and fiercely that her chest heaved against his hold.

In one particularly complicated maneuver, the pair grappled before Felicity forced herself to make a move. She swiped Al Sah-him's legs out from under him. He started to fall but not before pulling Felicity down with him. She landed directly on top of him with their limbs intertwining in a heap.

"Nicely done," he complimented once the initial shock had worn off. "You're a quick study, shamsi. Sara will be pleased you've followed her instruction so well."

Felicity, though secretly pleased by the praise, answered matter-of-factly, "Actually, I learned that move a while ago from my bodyguard Dig. I told you I knew some self-defense."

The mention of Dig made the guilt hit her full force again. Distracted, Felicity barely registered Al Sah-him's next move. He flipped her over in one swift motion while taking hold of her wrists to pin her arms above her head. The new position aligned their bodies perfectly, and she gasped from the pleasurable sensation of being pressed between his hard body and the mat.

"How about now? Did he teach you to get out of this?" he challenged.

"Sara did," Felicity responded in a breathy voice. She stared back at him, mesmerized by the intensity of his vibrant blue eyes. "But I don't think it will help me right now."

Their noses brushed. "And why is that?"

"Because I like having you on top of me like this," she whispered before smashing their lips together. Her body craved the contact to block out the jumbled mess in her mind.

Al Sah-him groaned into her mouth as he returned her kisses with equal fervor. Tilting her head to the side and raising slightly up off of the mat, Felicity deepened the kiss and stroked the tip of his tongue enticingly. She coaxed it back into her mouth, and he eagerly accepted the invitation as she opened wider for him. His hands that were wrapped around her wrists intertwined with her fingers. Felicity held tight to his grip and squeezed back in return.

"God, I missed you last night," he muttered between kisses.

"You did?"

He pulled back just enough to look at her. "I didn't like being alone in our bed or not seeing you when I first woke. It made me restless, especially after having to endure watching that bastard Armitage ogle you all night." He kept his voice even, but Felicity could see in his tired yet fervid eyes how much it still actually affected him.

She let go of one of his hands, so she could caress his cheek. His scruff scraped deliciously against her tender skin. "I'm sorry," she murmured with more force than the situation necessitated.

Al Sah-him shook his head. "You didn't do anything wrong."

Her stomach roiled at his dismissal. She was by no means innocent. Still, Felicity remained quiet and swallowed back her secret.

"Be honest with me." Her heart stopped for a second. Did he notice something was wrong? Was her odd behavior making him suspicious? Could she lie to his face if he asked her outright where she'd really been last night? He continued, "Has Armitage always been like that with you?"

Felicity let out the breath she'd been holding. This she could answer truthfully. "Not all the time, but more often than was appropriate."

"And your father never discouraged it?" His anger was seething just below the surface.

"Armitage knew never to lay a hand on me. But I did worry that my father might try to set me up with him or one of his other associates at some point. It's why I was always trying to run away. It wasn't just the family business that I feared."

Al Sah-him watched her for a moment while his finger stroked her temple. The fury in his eyes intensified. "Darhk will be very lucky if I don't maim him when he comes to visit for the Eid Al Ta'sees celebrations," he groused.

"You and me both," Felicity lightly joked and wound her arm around his shoulder. She soothingly stroked the back of his neck while gently caressing his lips in a tender kiss. "Luckily, I got you instead."

"Is it terrible that I want to thank him and murder him at the same time?"

She shook her head. "No. The line forms behind me." Felicity knew exactly how he felt, because the conflict burned inside her as well. "Can you be honest about something in return?" He nodded for her to go on. "Were you actually upset earlier when you saw me with Tommy?"

"If the question is does it bother me seeing another man with his hands on you, then the answer is yes. I don't like that possessive feeling and I try to rein it in, but it's still there." He shrugged. "Was I actually angry? No. I only seemed that way, because I wanted to get them all out of the room and you to myself without argument. I understand you and Tommy are just friends."

"Have you always been that way?"

"What do you mean?"

Felicity couldn't hold his gaze. Mostly because she was somewhat embarrassed by the question. She played with the fabric of his shirt. "I mean, have you felt possessive of other women you've been with?"

"No," he answered with barely any hesitation.

"What about the one you lost? You cared deeply for her. You must've—"

Al Sah-him touched her face, reclaiming her attention. His stare was intent. "Not even then."

"You don't have to sugarcoat it for me, you know?" Felicity told him, barely keeping her tumultuous emotions in check. "I'll understand if it's not just me."

"You wanted the truth, and that's it." Their foreheads touched as he drank her in. His thumb slid along her bottom lip before he kissed it. "You are the only one who affects me like that, Felicity."

She let out a silent gasp at the admission and tightened her hold on him.

"Don't give me that look," he ordered gruffly a second later. Felicity frowned, unsure of what it was he saw on her face. "Don't look at me like what I said is so unthinkable. You already know this is different. You're different."

"I-I know—sort of. I just…I never thought—" she sputtered

"I get that it's impossible for you not to always use that big, beautiful brain of yours but don't think. You need to start believing in it, shamsi," he implored.

Felicity's heart was racing even as it melted. He somehow always knew how to comfort her while setting the innate spark between them ablaze. She sought to return the favor. "Okay," Felicity acknowledged. "As long as you believe"—she tugged at his shirt until it was up and over his head—"that no matter who may admire me"—she ran her hands over his shoulders and down his muscular back—"or touch me"— she kissed up along his jaw until she could whisper in his ear—"that the only man I desire to do both is you."

The words hung in the air for a moment between them. Their breaths mingled as their bodies vibrated with a hot, sensual energy. Felicity didn't know who broke first, but she kissed Al Sah-him with everything she had. His arm slid beneath her body to band her to him, and she latched onto him with equal ferocity. When he buried his face in her neck, his scruff prickling her tender and exposed flesh, she moaned loudly and arched her body into him further.

Unlike with her dresses, Felicity's tight workout clothes allowed her to feel every defined line of his body. Their hips instinctively rocked against each other, and she threw her leg over him so his erection could touch her more intimately. Al Sah-him swore under his breath at the contact while Felicity's eyes almost rolled into the back of her head. She remembered exactly what it was like not too long ago to have his long, strong fingers inside of her pushing her to the brink. Though he had yet to be so exposed to her, Felicity was fully aware of how large and solid Al Sah-him was. His shaft would surely fill her to the hilt when they were finally together, and the fantasy was enough to almost make her come right then. For now the tip of him slid against her covered sex, increasing the throbbing ache between her legs.

They devoured each other there on the mats, seeking a release that wasn't far off. Al Sah-him ran his tongue up the center of her neck and sucked on all the spots he knew would drive her crazy. Meanwhile, his hands voraciously glided along her body. Felicity dug her nails into his back and thrust her hips up for more contact. He swallowed her whimper as he pressed into the sensitive bundle of nerves. Her panties already felt soaked through, and she absently wondered if he could feel it dampen his own fabric.

Felicity had just sucked his bottom lip between her teeth when Al Sah-him abruptly broke the kiss. She lifted to go for his neck instead but was held down. The harsh use of her Arabic name followed, and the change was a shock. It broke through the lustful haze that had enveloped her senses, and she stared up at him in confusion. Al Sah-him wasn't looking at her but off to the side. Felicity followed his stare to the doorway. The sight of Ra's, Sarab, and two advisors was like a bucket of ice cold water being dumped on her.

When the hell did they appear? How long were they standing there? Their leering smirks as they took in her and Al Sah-him's intimate position turned her stomach. Meanwhile, every single muscle in Al Sah-him's body had tensed. He quickly untangled himself from her and pulled Felicity to her feet along with him. When he tried to push her behind him, Felicity wouldn't budge and firmly stayed planted in front. She probably looked utterly red and ravaged but didn't care at the moment. Her husband was still feeling the effects of their tryst, and she refused to let him be so exposed. It was mortifying enough that they'd been caught in such an intimate moment. Ultimately, he relented and settled for wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Sidi, you have returned. Welcome home," Al Sah-him greeted in a voice so formal and composed it truly amazed her.

"My apologies for the interruption, Al Sah-him. My daughter informed me that you were here training Abad-eshams, and I grew curious." He turned his dark eyes on Felicity and an eerie chill went up her spine. If she could shrink into Al Sah-him she would, but instead Felicity held her ground.

"I thought it wise she train in self-defense in light of what happened."

"Wise indeed," Ra's agreed. There was a lascivious curl to his mouth when he added, "It seems you have her instruction well in hand."

Felicity's eyes narrowed at his deceptively lewd comment before she remembered herself. It would not do well to glare at Ra's no matter how much he deserved it. She forced herself to look contrite. The embarrassment, unfortunately, she did not need to be fake. The other men were silent but openly enjoying the awkward display.

"I apologize we were not appropriately prepared to receive you. I had not been informed you returned."

"No need for apologies, Al Sah-him. I sought you out when I was ready. And I must say it is encouraging to see you taking pleasure in your new bride while I was away."

The statement sounded so impersonal and made Felicity feel like an object to be used. Not even the acknowledgment that she was his bride could override the implication. It befitted a common whore more so than a wife. Felicity bit the inside of her mouth to keep her expression neutral and a sarcastic retort at bay. Her self-control and patience were truly being tested.

Al Sah-him ignored the comment and proceeded to ask why Ra's had come looking for him. His body hadn't eased once the entire time.

"We have much to discuss about my time away. And I should like to know how your dinner with Milo Armitage faired."

"Yes, Sidi. Allow me a few moments to collect my gear, and I shall meet you."

"Very well." He turned to Felicity. "My apologies for cutting your lesson short, Abad-eshams. Duty calls."

"Of course," she politely replied.

Even after the group had left, Felicity's body remained full of tension. She looked up at Al Sah-him, who wore a similarly grim expression. The Demon's Head had returned and what little freedom they'd enjoyed in his absence was most definitely at an end.

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Translations:

Eid Al Ta'sees = Founding Day

shamsi = my sun

Seti = My Lady

Sidi = Master