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Dick

Dick opened the door to his SUV and made his way out to the empty street. His eyes surveyed the intersection and, gladly, no one was around to see the wreckage firsthand. His felt a pang moving through his neck and he rotated it in a circular motion, popping it at the joints. He decided he wasn't hurt too badly, just a little shook up.

He traveled over to the rear of his Tahoe wanting to inspect what damage had been done. "Great," he uttered under his breath. Mostly his bumper's damage consisted of several insignificant dents here and there but a slew of scratches.

Dick marched over, observing what appeared to be a golden convertible in far worse condition. The whole front end was heavily crumbled as puffs of hot smoke wafted into the air. Visible was the dark paint that seemed to have rubbed off from his vehicle.

He shook his head. Wow, he thought. Right on cue, the sound of its car door opening heeded his attention away from the front of the mangled car.

"Excuse me," he started, nearing the opened door. "What were-" and out she came. What his eyes gazed upon was, without a doubt, not who he was expecting to have to deal with.

There before him stood a devastatingly beauteous of a woman. Her eye-popping features added to the notion that he must have been dreaming for only his mind could produce such a numinous creature. Studying her thoroughly from her feathery deep red locks down to the golden hue of her skin, he realized how foolish he must have appeared to any onlookers as he stood there amazed.

In simple terms, he was dumbstruck, in awe. But he shook his head, clearing his mind of any carnal thoughts when he heard her.

"No, no," she gasped, distraught. She brought her fingers to the rims of her mouth, covering her muffled cries. He saw her move closer to the front of her car, surveying the ill-fated fender. "No...no...no. This isn't happening," she panicked. "This is not happening to me."

"Are you alright?" he finally spoke up.

She turned to see Dick standing there. "I'm so sorry," she said slowly, emphasizing every syllable as if her life depended on it. "It all happened so fast."

"Are you hurt?" Dick questioned again, concerned as he looked her up and down, trying to find any signs of injury. "I don't see a scratch on you but-"

"No, no. I'm fine," she answered, releasing a long breath. "It's just that I-I was talking on my ph-phone," she struggled to speak, "and I wasn't paying attention..." She gathered her head in her hands, not able to finish her explanation.

Dick could see she was visibly shaken.

"The n-next thing I know, I'm running into your car and I tried to s-stop-" she forced out finally.

He intercepted after hearing a small break in her voice. "It's ok, uh…"

"Kory," she mumbled. "I know I keep saying this," she regained her composure, "but I really am sorry."

"It's alright, Kory," he soothed with a faint grin. "As long as we're both fine. That's what matters, right?" He watched a quick smile begin to form.

As she moved closer, he acknowledged the lustrous green twirling around in her irises and his eyes broadened. It was such a nostalgic color that his mind flinched. He was a youthful acrobat at the time, traveling with his circus family. A vivid picture of his parent's emerald green uniforms swaying in the wind as they fell to their deaths captured his thoughts. But gone was his flashback as he drew to her voice again.

"Thanks for not going ballistic on me," she said, her state improving slightly. "I've never been in an accident before and I'm a little terrified."

"Yeah, I wouldn't have guessed that," he joked, hoping again to see a glimpse of that smile of hers.

She snorted, "How are you so calm?" Kory patted her chest as her adrenaline still pumped ardently. She couldn't understand how he remained so composed through the whole ordeal, though she wasn't complaining. Anyone else would have ripped her hair out by now for destroying their expensive car.

But somehow Dick found himself placing his commiserating hands on her jittery shoulders and concentrating on her emerald pools of green. She was in such a frenzy that he tried his hardest to comfort her worries. "Kory, just relax," he advised. "I'm ok. You're ok. Ok?"

She nodded, turning to look at her father's car before looking directly back at Dick. "Ok," she uttered, releasing a long breath.

Pulling out his cell phone, "As for all this," he made a circular motion over the entire wreckage, "it's going to get fixed." He concentrated his eyes on his cell, pushing numbers on the dial pad, and soon waited for someone to pick up.

"Wait. What are you doing?" she asked, clenching her hands together nervously.

He side-glanced, "I'm calling the police. It's protocol when you get into an accident," he whispered, still waiting for the operator.

"What?" she asked worriedly.

But before Dick could answer, she reached over, bumping into him and slammed his phone shut, even as it still remained grasped in his hand. "No! You can't do that," she ordered.

She was so close that Dick's body cemented as he felt the warmth bouncing off her body and onto his.

"Why not?" he asked, a black eyebrow raised.

"Well," she stuttered. How was she supposed to tell him that she kidnapped her father's car for a joyride only to succeed in wrecking it? "It's not," she hesitated, looking away for a second, "...really my car."

He gave her a fast 'what the heck do you mean' look. "This isn't your car?" For all he knew she probably stole the convertible from some poor sap, though something told him that wasn't the case.

"Look, it's my father's car," Kory admitted, sounding terror-stricken. "But he doesn't know I took it."

"So you steal your dad's Jag?" She opened her mouth to reply- "Then you wreck it?" Dick tried his best to stifle a laugh at her predicament.

"I didn't steal it. I borrowed it."

"No," he stated, a tone reminiscent to a teacher correcting his pupil's bad grammar. "Borrowed implies you had his permission."

"Fine, whatever. The thing is, if you make that call," she pointed to his cell, "the police will have to make a record of it. Then I'd have to report it to the insurance company. Who, in turn, will tell my father about it. And that can't happen," she stressed, moving closer to his face.

Oh, this woman is some piece of work. He stared down to her, enjoying their closeness. "Kory, won't he find out when he sees you bring it home in this condition?"

She turned away from him to gaze at the hunk of metal.

Dick sidestepped past her and squatted just in front of Goldie, running his fingers along the crumbled front bumper. "I mean, I don't think you can hide something like this."

"No. He's not going to notice a thing because he's out of town for two weeks," she exhaled a long breath. "But if he finds out I've wrecked his Jag," she ran a hand through her hair. "Let's just say that skinning me alive is the nicest punishment I could come up with," she panicked once again.

Dick turned behind him to see her body shudder with worry, making him surge with guilt. He raised himself and walked over to her. He felt a compelling urge to comfort her. It seemed that was what she needed the most right now. Even if the accident wasn't his fault, if Kory did get into any trouble because of it, her punishment would weigh heavily on his conscious. He didn't know why, he just knew it would.

"I really want to help you out here. I mean, there's no need to worry about my car. I just don't see how you're going to get your car fixed without your insurance company. Do you?"

"Good question." Kory traveled back to her car and placed a hand on her forehead, already downhearted with the sudden turn of events. "How much do you think something like this would cost to fix?"

He appeared just behind her, clicking his tongue, estimating in his mind on an unclear price tag. "I'm no pro here but I'd say maybe," he thought, "…800 bucks."

"$800!" she shouted. "I don't have $800!" She panted, pacing around in front of him. "Oh God, I'm dead. I'm so dead," she continued to chant repeatedly to herself before squatting before Goldie.

He empathized with her situation as he viewed Kory tug at the roots of her hair, acting out her frustration. Even if she had nearly murdered his bumper, something about this woman made him easily like her. Strangely, it seemed as if everyone was plagued with their own problems, as he quickly drew on his own.

What's going on? Babs dumps me. I get into an accident...

Like a bolt of lightning, he was struck with such a crazy thought. He shot a sharp turn down at Kory, who remained knelt on the ground in front of the fender, still debating what she was going to do.

She'd be perfect!

Again, he considered it but would she accept?

He squatted down beside her, "Listen, Kory. I think I might have thought of a way to help us both out here."

His statement caught her attention straightaway and she raised herself up off the ground, as did he. "Really?" she asked, hopeful that this gentleman would be the answer to her prayers. "How?"

"What if I told you I'd be willing to pay for your damages so no one, not the insurance company, the police, or your father had to find out about our little accident?"

"You could do that?" she asked, a mixture of curiosity and shock forming on her face. "What are you? ...some kind of a millionaire?"

Dick smiled a satisfied smile, "Let's just say I can." After seeing her grateful beam, he couldn't help but feel pleased with himself.

"That would be incredible!" Dick felt his body tense just as Kory scooped his arm into her hands. "And I'd pay you back! I promise!"

"Well," he felt his face redden, "this is where things get complicated."

She tilted her head in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"You see, that's not exactly the kind of pay back I was hoping for." He immediately saw Kory's eyes widen with suspicion as she arched a brow warily, loosening her hold on him. Could he blame her? Even to him it sounded quite perverse.

She backed away a bit. "And what exactly were you hoping for?" she questioned, fearing the worst. He was still a hot-blooded male after all, but she was, by far, not that kind of girl.

"Now before you go and start getting any ideas," he stated, bringing up his hands, "that's not what I had in mind."

"Alright," she moved closer, perplexed. "Then what did you have in mind?" She waited and Dick had yet to say anything except scratch the back of his neck nervously.

"Now," he chuckled, "your going to laugh at this."

Her eyes traveled over to Dick's, amused by his quiet laugh. "Am I now?"

"So here's the thing. I need to get back with my ex-girlfriend," he rushed out the latter desperately.

This caused a sudden expression change for Kory who blinked back at his demand.

"I see," she voiced with confusion, clearly not understanding the humor in this. What exactly was he asking of her? Shaking her head as she was still unsure of his request, "And I'm supposed to ask her if she can take you back or something?"

"Not exactly," he uttered, embarrassed of even having to bother her with this. And goggling at her beauty only made it harder for him to find the most appropriate words. "Long story short, my friends have this crazy idea that if I..." he paused, "pretend to have a new girlfriend, then maybe she might realize breaking up with me was a mistake and want me back."

Kory looked at him puzzled as she formulated his strategy in her mind. Dick noticed the upward curl of her lips as they formed a smile.

Alright. It's official. She thinks I'm a pathetic loser.

Moreover, he could almost see her innocence radiate like warmth from the sun. And he felt strange because of it.

She cleared her throat. "Let me get this straight. You," Kory fingered his chest, "want me," she fingered her own, "…to pretend to be your girlfriend in the hopes of getting her back?"

"Basically...yeah." He looked on with a shameful grin as she still comprehended his offer.

But then out of nowhere, Kory immediately broke out in a fit of small laughter.

Sadly, Dick's face remained eerily lifeless, no sign of joviality or even emotion.

Uh...why isn't he laughing with me? Her laughter fell away into a deafening silence until she realized...

"Oh my..." she gasped. "You're serious, aren't you?"

Dick's face fell and she tried her best to regain her composure.

"I'm as serious as a heart attack, Kory." He stared at her for several seconds, waiting for any response. "Well?"

Once again, she stood beside him. "Um…sweetie," she called, stroking his arm in a comforting motion. "Do you think you've thought this through enough?" she questioned before pulling away from him.

Unfortunately for Dick, she pulled away too soon as he was enjoying the feel of her satiny skin conjoined with his. Once again, that strange feeling began to resurface.

"Kory, I have thought this through and believe me...you're perfect." He sensed an immediate tension in the air as he watched Kory's eyes widen in surprise. "Uh, for this…this plan," he corrected himself.

"Well...what if I refuse then?" she challenged, bringing up her shoulders.

Dick turned around to look at Goldie before turning his eyes back to her, "Then I guess your father will find out just how you've turned his priceless Jaguar into a hump of steaming metal."

He quickly saw as she raised a brow. "-Especially after I'm sure he advised you not to drive it," he stated with a tone just as challenging as the redhead. Dick smiled a winning smile knowing all too well that was the case of her dilemma.

Before long, a cute smirk appeared on her face. "Such a nice guy," Kory joked.

"Hey, I am a nice guy," he brought up his hands, "well...usually. But now, I'm just desperate."

Kory shifted her hip and cocked her head, almost offended. He quickly regretted his comment when he considered how insensitive it might have sounded.

"Gee, thanks," she mocked. "You're desperate so you choose me. You really know how to butter up a girl," she kidded with a playful smile, though her tone made it apparent she was only teasing.

Dick grinned. "You know what I mean, Kory."

How he was getting along with her so well, as if knew her by heart, he'd never know. He looked to his watch as he waited for her answer. It was getting late and he needed her to agree so the sooner they put their plan into effect, the better.

The sound of a diesel truck nearing up the road made Dick leave her side for a moment. Although wrecked, their cars were still parked beside the curb and he didn't need any further accidents to occur today. He traveled over to the driver who apparently had swayed his attention to their accident. They exchanged words for awhile before Dick had diverted him to a safer route.

From afar, she saw as the two men shared an interesting chuckle, which brought her back to Dick's compromise.

Well, he seems harmless enough. A little easy on the eyes, too.

"So?" he asked, returning back to her. Kory jumped at the sound of his voice.

"Have you thought about it?"

She looked at him from head to toe. Wait! What am I? High?! I can't do this. I don't know a thing about this guy. Be his girlfriend? Not a chance!

She bit her lip sadly. "Actually, I have."

"And?"

Instantly, a breezy thought occurred to Kory and she smiled sweetly. "And I have a totally better idea. I have this friend..."

Immediately, Dick shook his head, stopping her.

"I'm sure she could-"

"You." There was no way he was going to accept anyone she offered to help him. It was either her or nothing.

"But she's a blonde," she sang her sugary words to him. "Guys loves blondes, right?"

"You," he stood his ground.

"What about-"

"You," he ordered.

She stared deeply into his eyes. The virtue in them almost made her feel criminal for denying him.

"Look, I'm sorry. It's just that..." she sighed. "I don't think I could do something like that."

He was aware why she might seem edgy about the whole thing but it still didn't stop him from feeling disenchanted about her decision. Dick mustered up a crooked smile, "I understand," and nodded at her. "I guess I was just hoping..." but he didn't bother finishing.

Oh, sweetie. Don't look at me like that.

"Well even so, it was nice meeting you, Kory." He went in for a handshake.

At the touch of his hand, Kory felt a pang of guilt swell up in her chest. "Listen, good luck and all with getting her back."

Dick turned to walk away but not before adding, "I hope you get your car fixed." He started reaching for the door of his Tahoe before shouting to Kory, "And I hope your father is an understanding man!" He did a casual two-finger salute and entered his vehicle.

Oh, no! Daddy?!

How could she have forgotten about him? Kory slowly looked to her father's car. Or better yet, now valueless car and gulped loudly as she thought of his last words.

Daddy? An understanding man?

In a panic, she shot her head to the black sport vehicle, which began slowly backing away. "Hey! You! Wait!"

Rachel

Rachel slowly peeked open her eyes after a soft grunt came from the left of her. She sat up, tucking the navy blue sheets under her bare arms. Glancing sideways to his sleeping body, she resisted the urge to push away his snowy bangs that hovered just over his sleeping eyes. A peaceful hum echoed the room.

As easy as it was to hate him, she knew Malachi had his way of bringing her back to him. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't deny him a thing. She hated the idea of anyone having this hold over her.

She reached down, using the tip of her fingers to feel a touch of his pale cheek. Murmuring something just under her breath, he opened his eyes to find the dark eyes of the enigmatic vixen gazing at him.

He groaned, "What?"

"Nothing," she said, turning away form his icy stare. It almost made her feel as if watching him sleep was some sort of violation. "I like watching you sleep," she tried to explain.

Malachi raised himself up before slipping the covers off. "You're disturbed," he said under his breath, not caring if she caught wind of his words or not. "Shit," he grumbled, using a hand to block out the sun that fell to his eyes. "It's too fucking bright outside. What time is it, love?"

"I don't know." She turned behind her to the clock that rested on her night table, realizing they had slept in a morning long. "11:20," she answered.

"Bloody hell, Rachel. Why didn't you wake me?" he scolded in his eloquent British accent. Malachi made his way off her bed, stopping in front of his clothes that sat on the floor, to grab at his head, which throbbed.

Rachel smiled thinking how last night's drunken aftermath must have still been wringing in his head this morning because he spent the next few seconds rubbing the sides of his temples. He proceeded to dress into his black shirt.

"You alright? You seem a little bothered today."

Malachi squinted a glance to her, trying to figure out if her concern was genuine. Slipping a leg into his pant, "Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

She found herself rolling her eyes. "Well...do you at least feel like a small lunch?"

"No. I'm going to be late." He sat back down on her bed, hunching his back to help adjust his boots.

She seized the opportunity to wrap her arms around his stomach, whispering, "Will I be seeing you tonight?"

"I don't know, maybe." Malachi was obviously not interested in answering any questions as he hurried to leave. He shrugged, "It depends."

"And what might that be?"

"What's with the questions all of a sudden?" he asked in a raised tone and she backed away. He finished lacing his boots then stood again, this time in front of her. "I'll see you when I see you, Rachel. Let's not turn this into another fucking argument."

He walked over to the door, grabbing his leather jacket off the doorknob, where he usually hung it. He opened her door and was about to head out.

"Malachi?"

He turned, leaning on the edge of her doorway, an annoyed eyebrow raised.

What did she expect from him? To change and be a better man? A nicer lover to her? Even if she had an answer, she probably still wouldn't be able to explain it. "Nothing," she said, turning away from him.

"Hey, thanks for yesterday night. I'll call you later, love." Seconds later, he was out the room.

Thanks for yesterday night? Inside her mind cringed and she felt nauseous. Rachel decided against getting out of bed, opting to lay back on her side, her hands resting underneath her head.

Most of Gotham City's blue blood society considered Rachel somewhat abnormal, or at least not what would constitute as tolerable behavior for someone with her means of wealth. Then again, she was Tristram Roth's daughter, which alone didn't say much seeing as people found him to be rather odd as well. They didn't imagine that this bitter apple had fallen far from the tree.

Rachel tended to be more reserved, not feeling the need to be read like an open book. It was safer for her this way.

True, she was good friends with her neighbor, Dick Grayson, and that alone took some time to form. Not long after, she learned to become accepting of his best friends, Vic and Wally who seemed to always show up at Bruce's home unannounced. It came with the territory, she supposed. However, she only had one female friend and that just so happened to be Vic's ex-girlfriend, Jinn.

As for Malachi, she found herself wondering why she even wanted to deal with him. Besides, no one knew of their secret trysts but Dick and it was only after seeing Malachi come and go all hours of day from the Roth mansion. But even Dick knew it was nothing more than a physical thing for Rachel's lover. He disagreed with Malachi's treatment of her and made it a point to tell him on more than one occasion, to which Malachi just waved off.

Rachel had constantly preached to Dick, made excuses for Malachi. That he wasn't always the cold and detached bastard he appeared to be. At least, not in the beginning. At first, it seemed Malachi was going to be the man who was going to take her away from all this. From her father, this town, from herself. He was going to fly her away to a place where she could begin anew.

There was no doubt in her mind that that his behavioral change happened once they became lovers. And lately, she found herself thinking back to Dick's advice. Perhaps, he was right.

But then again, who'd want someone like me.


Dick

All Dick could do was stare as she stood a good ten feet away, conversing on the phone with someone, he wasn't sure who as she didn't say much. She turned when she heard his footsteps approaching, "I gotta go. Call me later," and hung up. "So how did it go?"

"The wrecker should be here in about ten minutes."

"Great," she exhaled a sigh of relief.

"I don't want you to worry about a thing, Kory. These guys are the best in town. When they're done with your father's car, she'll look as good as new," giving the Jaguar a soft tap on its hood. "I told them to put a rush on the order, so hopefully she shouldn't take too long to get fixed."

"I really appreciate this," she said. "I was thinking, if I'm going to be your girlfriend for awhile," she giggled. "Funny how I still can't get used to that."

Dick mulled it over for a second, "Hey, I'm not so bad."

"Hmm..." she pondered, looking him up and down. "Says you," she teased. "Oh, that reminds me," she stepped beside him and linked her arm with his as they continued to walk around, waiting for the wrecker to arrive. "Wouldn't we be more believable as a couple if I knew, oh I don't know...your name?"

Dick almost found himself laughing at his own stupidity. "Sorry," he apologized. "I can't believe I haven't told you. It's Dick. Dick Grayson," he greeted with another handshake.

"Dick, huh?" she smirked as her flowing bangs caused her to blink cutely.

Not surprising as he'd heard all the jokes before. You don't go through life with a name like 'Dick' without a few verbal punches thrown your way. "Go on."

"What?" she asked, bringing her hands up innocently.

"Give me your best shot because I've heard them all before."

"I wouldn't dream of it," she cooed, pinching his cheek as if he was a chubby five year old. "Dick is such a cute name."

"Cute?" he squealed before Kory pulled away. "Well, that's a first," he joked, working out his reddened jaw.

She let out a sweet laugh. "Really, Dick. I like it."

And I like the way you say it. Dick cleared his throat, not believing the thought that had just crossed his mind. But something about her made him feel like a lovesick schoolboy.

A genuine smiled graced her lips for what seemed like the umpteenth time. "I definitely won't be forgetting you. Well Dick, I'm Kory Anders. And now that we know each other a little better, how are we going to do this?"

"How are we going to do what?"

"You're brilliant plan, silly," she reminded with a playful tap to his arm.

"Oh yeah," he swallowed. "That." He walked back to Goldie, Kory following closely behind.

"Well, I haven't really thought about how." His mind went blank as he mustered all the possibilities that would succeed in getting his ex-girlfriend's attention. At the moment, all that was on his agenda was getting Babs back by making her realize that she'd made a mistake believing they should take a break. After all, they belonged together and he knew enough about Babs to know what would get her tempers flaring.

Yes, Kory is an incredibly gorgeous woman and once Babs sees me with her-

He heard her shuffle her feet behind him and Dick turned to see Kory staring back at him, still waiting for an answer. "Any ideas yet?" he heard her say. But all the while, he remained silent causing Kory to come up with her own suggestions. "Look if it helps, let's just take this step by step. I mean, we have two weeks to do this, right?"

"I just hope that's enough time."

"Sweetheart, that's more than enough time for me to work my magic. We'll just show her how you've moved on to...greener pastures," she pointed to herself. "Basically concentrate on being the ultimate lovey-dovey couple," she mocked sweetly, making kiss noises which erupted a small laugh from Dick. "And believe me, she'll hate it."

Dick curled his lips at the idea of Babs going green with jealousy. "Wow, Kory. You sound like you've done this a million times," he said. "Should I be worried?"

"I'm a girl, Dick. Girls know what pushes other girls better than anyone. So trust me, I won't let you down. I mean, if you truly belong together, she'll put up a fight. Right?" she winked as she walked past him. She walked over to the Jaguar, apparently to confiscate her belongings before the wrecker arrived to haul it away.

He couldn't figure out how or why but to him, Kory exhumed this certain confidence about herself, suggesting to him he was in her safe hands. Suddenly another feeling, a little different than before, motioned in his body, only this time he felt a feeling of promise.

A cool breeze flew past him, "Something tells me you won't let me down," he whispered in the wind.

Kory slammed the door to the Jaguar, flinging her cherry-decked tote bag over her shoulder. "Purse, phone..." She made a mental note, not to leave anything important behind in the car. Anything forgotten would be hard to retrieve once the wrecker took control of Goldie.

She swirled around not realizing just how close Dick stood behind her, that she nearly bumped into him. "Sorry, Ro-meo," she sounded, doing a double take to where she left him, not sure how he managed to sneak up on her so quietly. "I didn't hear you."

"You got everything?" He attempted to search through the window to see if she failed to remember an item in the back seat.

She did a quick search inside her tote. "Pretty much."

There was an awkward silence as they stared at one another. Both were left with nothing to say until Dick noticed how Kory kept her gaze on him, too incessantly that he felt the need to ask, "Is something wrong, Kory?"

He was used to girls gawking at him. Not only was he well-known around Gotham City as Bruce Wayne's well-to-do ward, but he was also undoubtedly physically attractive. He wondered if Kory was plagued with the same kind of attention as well.

"No, it's nothing," she shifted her lips into a knowing grin. "Well," she started, "it's that, I think it's really fascinating what you're doing."

"What I'm doing?"

"You know, going to such extreme measures for the woman you love. Showing her just how special she is to you. It's almost...orgasmic."

This certainly was a very captivating girl, he thought.

An image of Babs back into his arms stumbled to mind and he answered, "She is," sending a look at Kory, who was the only one who could make it happen now. Dick was betting a lot on her.

The roaring sound of the wrecker's diesel, flashing its yellow caution lights, began making it way down the street to the accident site. It maneuvered its way behind Kory's car before an older, balding man in an light blue jumpsuit hauled out of the driver seat.

"Yo, Dick. This 'er, here?"

Dick waved to the familiar attendant as he made his way over to the mangled Jaguar and started hooking it to his tow truck. Yes, it seemed that he had good connections and from the looks of it, speedy too. Dick looked away from the service attendant to grab a glimpse at the redhead, "So then it's a deal?" he pressed by sticking out his hand, waiting for her to shake in order to finalize their agreement.

She seized it and shook it, only then did she tug at it, pulling him close to her in the process. She neared her lips toward his ear, whispering, "When I'm done with you, she's going to be groveling at your feet."

Now guys, I know I've been taking awhile to update my story but bare with me. I work alot now and school is hellishly long. And sometimes I feel too drained to work on this but I'm trying. I know this might sound a little rushed but hey what can you do. Hopefully I'm not losing readers or even worse making this story so lackluster. But I do appreciate all the reviews that are left for me. It's kinda like a good pick-me-up for when I write. In case anyone was wondering Malachi is supposed to be Malchior. And yes Leon was supposed to be Red Star. Anyways I'm ranting again, so until next chapter…

And thanks to all my repeat reviewers, you all m/ And my new reviewers, your awesome: tuneia103, Secret-Clarity, -Glittery-Bubbles-, Ranjini

P.S: RobinxStarfireLuvr, you were right on the money…bonus points for you.