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As soon as we walked into the Hanged Man, I felt trapped. If Fenris wasn't enough for me to handle at the moment, I saw someone who I had failed to kill for the reward on his head. Technically I had made a deal with him, thinking the Apostate-Warden had the right sense to play dead, but there he was, plain as day, sitting at the table we were heading towards. I pulled my hood up over my head so the Warden wouldn't recognize me, though it'd been years since my "failed" attempt to assassinate him. Fenris was close to my side, though I found it difficult to think around him, I tried to ignore his presence. A girl with raven black hair like my own looked up, her blue eyes were shocking to look at.

"Found another friend, Varric?" the Warden asked seriously. The last time I'd seen him, he had sweet talked me into keeping his life with his humor and carefree deposition. Now, there was something different about him.

"Elfie, this is Blondie, Hawke, Rivaini, Daisy, and you seem to already know Broody," Varric said each of his nicknames and everyone looked at me. I found myself moving closer to Fenris as the Warden's eyes grew wide when he saw me.

"Don't I…" Anders frowned at me, his eyes narrowed at me. "Haven't we…?" He recognized me, but he didn't seem to know where he'd met me. For that I was thankful, until, "You haven't come to finish the job…right? Your master didn't-"

"I don't know what you're talking about," I breathed out quicker than I would have liked. I didn't think that two people from my past would be in the one place my sister was. I was having difficulties tracking her down sure, but now this only made things more difficult. The one elf I'd dreamt about going to sleep at night for most of my life was beside me, and the one man I didn't kill had come back to taunt me for having a heart.

"You are!" Anders stood. "I don't know how you found me, but I can defend myself against you."

"Calm down, Love," the raven haired woman grabbed Anders's arm before she looked at me, "Can you please tell us what's going on?"

I didn't have to speak, because Fenris did that for me, "She's like me."

Everyone at the table was quiet then. Anders took his seat and didn't look back up at me. From the vibes I got, everyone was now uncomfortable. I looked down at Varric, "Thank you for your hospitality, now if you'll excuse me…"

"You're not staying here," Fenris stated.

"You're not my master," I growled at him in Tevinter, and then I smiled at the group politely, "I'm off to bed." I left, leaving Fenris just standing there, staring after me in shock. I don't know where he thought I was going to stay if it wasn't at the Hanged Man. I was not a whore, and I couldn't get myself to even go near the brothel.

I went to my room and shut the door behind me. I closed my eyes and fought back the urge of rushing back into Fenris's arms. I shivered at the thought. As soon as I was old enough to think about… making love, I'd fantasized about being with Fenris. Now things were different. I was no longer the shy slave that couldn't make eyecontact with him, but when I was around him, it was like I was back at Nikoli's mansion, wanting to be with Fenris. I shook my head and laid down on the uncomfortable bed. It's better than the floor, I thought to myself bitterly as I drifted off to sleep.

He was kissing me passionately, his tongue explored my mouth with determination. I moaned and moved my body mindlessly against his. I wanted more, needed more. My fingers went up into his snow-white hair and I pulled him closer, deepening the kiss with urgent need. He knew that I wanted him above any other, and something deep within me told me that I was his. Just as he was mine and only mine. As I was only his always and forever. He pulled away from he so he could look into my eyes as his hand slid down my abdomen and my stomach twitched at the unfamiliar touch that was so sweet. His finger slid skillful into my wet-

I sat straight up in bed, breathing hard. I'd barely gotten any sleep at all, and my old dreams were now coming back. In a way I was still considered "innocent" regardless of who my master was, and it shocked me that I was having such…dreams about the very obnoxious elf who thought he was my master. No one owns me! I screamed in my head. I rested my head back down on the pillow and closed my eyes. The last thing I wanted right now was a distraction from my ultimate goal…to find my sister. I couldn't be distracted by Fenris or anyone else at the moment. It wouldn't be fair to my ultimate goal. I need to do this, to find my sister and take her away from this abomination of a city. As I drifted back to sleep, images of my dream flashed back into my mind, making me want the one man I knew I could never really have. I just hoped that I didn't have to see him again.