Jane awoke in the middle of a road with a note saying '3 years.' stuck to her and a pool of blood under her head, "Ugh, my head." Things were still blurry. Her bag and her pistol were all in tacked and she decided to scan her surrounds the best she could, "Millfields. Wonderful." She mumbled with a sarcastic tone. Jane fixed her holster and decided that she needed medical help but after that she must find a way to get that gold. "I can make it. I can make it." She said this to herself as she limped along the road only stopping to look across bower lake, "Reaver." She spit the name out like venom as she looked at the large mansion. She continued on each step weakening her physically and slowing her place, "I can make it. I can make it. I…can…make…it." She fell to her knees and landed face down on the stone road, "This can't be the end…no it can't." She closed her eyes and drifted into the darkness.

Jane awoke in a bed with a bandage on her temple, she looked around and began to panic when a high pitch voice of a women cooing her, "Stay calm me lady. You're safe you had a nasty gash on your temple that caused you to bleed quite a lot."

Jane slowly regained focus and was surprise as she found herself in a satin red room in a rather large bed that was also red but was suddenly frightened by the logo on it, "Reaver." She managed to spit out

The woman was dressed in a rather skimpy maid outfit and was very beautiful, "Master Reaver found you on the road and brought you here, he had you bathed-" she saw the shade of crimson emerge on Jane's face and smiled, "He was not present at that time but he gave us orders to feed you and put you in his bed."

Jane had heard enough and had gained full consciousness so she smiled and began to move around, "My lady you mustn't-"

"It's fine, thank you for taking care of me but I should be leaving-"

"Before you go Master Reaver would like a word with you also we had to throw your clothes for they were far too torn and bloodied to wear again." She pulled out an outfit and left the room.

Jane got out of the bed and slowly walked over to the set of clothes, a black leather corset, leather jacket, black trousers and knee high boots lay before her and she sighed, "I'd rather not look like a dominatrix but" she began to dress, "it is pretty comfortable."

Once Jane had dressed she looked for her holster and growled, "Of course he would take it." She walked over to the mirror and looked at herself and saw a girl with a somewhat fair complexion, lost green eyes and wave brown hair that falls down around her shoulders, she sighed and thought of her father and how he looked so lost and sad when he thought of mother.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock of the door and a strange voice calling, "Master Weaver is expecting you." Jane nodded and started to the door with her bag, "I'll take your bag it will be waiting for you when you weave." She scowled at the little man and handed him her bag.

She found herself amazed at the size of the mansion and it seemed as if it was never ending. When she finally found the study a dim fire was lit and a man in a chair had his back to her, next to him was a bottle and chalice of wine, "Do come in dear, Could you close the door?" she was surprised at the voice but did as told, "Thank you, now take a seat." Jane cautiously walked to the seat in front of the man. When she sat she looked at the handsome man and observed him, he had dark gray eyes, a very fine complexion almost perfect, alittle heart on his left cheekbone, he had dark brown hair and was wearing a white outfit.

"You're Reaver?" Jane smiled abit

"The one and only my dear. I do say that outfit looks ravishing on you."

Jane frowned, "What do you want with me?"

"Hmmm?" Reaver said as he drank more wine.

"You wouldn't have picked me up off the road if there wasn't any particular reason. Nobles don't do that."

Reaver smirked, "You have something that interests me, My dear." He called his butler and requested something. Jane was starting to get annoyed at the tycoon and clenched her fists suddenly feeling helpless without her gun. A short time afterwards the butler came in with a box and set in down on the end table next to his master, "Be gone now." He shooed away the butler and opened the box, "I wonder how you were able to acquire one of these." He pulled out Jane's dragonstomper and smirked as he examined it.

Jane frowned, "It was a gift. That I plan on getting back."

Reaver felt the anger boiling off her, "3 years is I imagine all you have to pay someone back" he pulled out the note that Jane had woken up with.

Jane scowled, "That is none of your business, Cur."

Reaver smirked deviously and aimed the gun at her head, "Mind your tongue Dear or something bad will happen." Jane flinched and Reaver smiled that looked wolfish in Jane's opinion, "How much?"

Jane never took her eyes off him, "500,000 gold."

"I think I can help you with that, my Dear."

This perked Jane's interest, "Hmm?"

"You work for me for 3 years and I pay you the 500,000 gold."

"And what would I be doing exactly?"

Reaver smiled and looked her over seductively, she was very fine he thought and in her eyes he sees someone he remembers from long ago, "Well, for the most you'll help clean up after my parties, making my meals, keeping this wonderful estate wonderful looking. You'll be living here too so don't think about running out on me because I love a good chase." He purred, "And if you want I could reward you with the pleasures of the skin."

Jane scoffed in disgust, "Uh no thanks but I'll take the job."

Reaver clapped his hands, "Ah, good well then I'll ask one of my servants to bring your things into the room next to mine and as for this" he handed her the gun, "Don't do anything risky, little Minx."

Reaver left the room and Jane let one of the servants lead her to her room. She let everything settle in as she sat on the large bed and cried, she cried all night until she fell asleep with Albert in her arms.