Caleb was an early riser by nature, years of discipline conditioning him to rise by six-thirty if he didn't set an alarm for earlier. Whether rain, shine, sleet, or snow, Caleb was up. Even a slight hangover couldn't stop the habit ingrained him, though he wish it did.

However, his inbuilt timer didn't prevent his low groan of displeasure at having to wake up, especially to a pounding headache and nausea. He silenced himself when Sarah snuggled into his side, murmuring in her sleep. His arm tightened around her, seemingly of its own volition, before he slipped out of bed.

Caleb padded down to the kitchen after dressing, grunting in thanks when Jane offered him a cup of coffee without a word. The two sat in companionable silence while Caleb relished in his senses returning with each pull of his mug and Jane ate a small meal of buttered toast.

She finally broke the silence after several minutes. "Thanks for doing this, Caleb."

He looked up from the newspaper he had been perusing. "No problem. I can't believe you were going to take a cab."

Jane shrugged. "Well, after last night I knew the boys wouldn't be able to drop me off, even if they wanted to. Let them enjoy their sleep while it lasts." She didn't say aloud what she truly wished for: let them sleep forever and enjoy their dreams that she could never allow to fully come true.

Caleb frowned. "You did most of the work in planning the party, the least they could do is drive you." He wondered when she's stop thinking of others before herself. When would she let herself be selfish?

"I wouldn't want to impose," Jane admitted. "Besides, you're guaranteed to awake so why bother?" She scratched the back of her head in a very 'Aw, shucks' manner.

Caleb's eyes darted to look at the hickey adorned with bite marks on her forearm. The marks looked like they belong to two sets of teeth.

Jane caught what he was looking at and blushed before pulling her sleeves down. "We should go." Something in her eyes made him simply follow her to take her luggage to te car, no questions asked.

Jane ignored the voice in her head telling her she was running away. She ignored the urge to look back at the mansion as Caleb drove away. She ignored her friend's piercing gaze that shifted to look at her every so often.

She ignored all of this because it was 'later', now, meaning it was time to regret. But instead of how she was supposed to be regretting last night, Jane couldn't fight the twinge that reminded her she should've said goodbye. Despite how she was supposed to regret last night, she couldn't stop regretting leaving the hollow between two boys, one blonde, one brunette, but both she loved.

Tyler knew before he opened his eyes that she was gone. In the morning light everything became clear and Tyler knew by the red of Reid's eyes the other boy had actually hoped she would stay.

Sighing, he wished he could regret it but it was impossible. Both he and Reid had Used slightly to burn away the alcohol in their systems once it was apparent she was going to give in so the two boys could go in with clear heads and handle her with the delicacy needed.

Some, like Caleb, would chastise them for taking advantage of her. How could they if they were following the boundaries she had set? She said she wouldn't choose between the two of them so they gave her both of themselves. Tyler and Reid's relationship was off balance anyway – it was a pair when the two were so used to three's. Last night had been the culmination of, well, everything.

But Tyler also knew she had must of wanted it on some level. Not only did she give in to them when inebriated but also nearly two months ago he had asked her to not give herself to her boyfriend.

Despite their falling out, she had listened.

Tyler brushed away a blonde lock from his lover's face, comforting the obviously distraught boy. He could see Reid was ready to give up. The brunette knew Reid couldn't – not after the success of last night. So he did what he has always done: he prodded Reid out of his sulk and told the blonde his foolproof plan.

Their matching grins could've put the Cheshire cat to shame.

TBC.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Covenant.

A/N: I am trying to complete this fic as quickly as possible because I really want to write a prequel. Like, really. This is only the first story in a three-part saga, surprisingly enough.