I wasn't exactly aware of what was going on when we stumbled out of the cave. It had to be close to 6:00 and I had almost successfully rallied back to where I was half way through my game of beer pong. My brain might have felt like it was wrapped in fleece, but the tradeoff was that everything had a glow of sunshine and happiness to it. I hadn't stopped smiling yet and nothing felt real. Someone suggested that going for a night hike would be fun, so walked for quite a while, taking back trails through the park to avoid security.

I was thankful that Jay was at my side, supporting me with a strong grip on my arm and waist. The ground just wouldn't hold still and if it wasn't for him, I wasn't so sure I would remain upright. This was especially dangerous considering the path had become so narrow that we were forced into a single file line. I didn't feel very certain that this was a real path and it did not appear to be well traveled. At my right was a cliff face with just a few trees and rocks jutting out from the blanket of autumn leaves. At my left was a steep drop off. I could hear water running distantly below, but it was so foggy that it was hard to tell just how bad the fall was. The air was so filled with vapor, in fact, that I could begin to feel the humidity clinging to my exposed skin. It struck me that I should be cold, but the alcohol had heated my blood and made my skin burn.

"So, what are we doing?" I asked as I lost my footing again. I probably tripped over damn near every branch on our way to wherever we were headed, but I only then realized I hadn't asked the question.

"Brenna wants to know what's going on," David repeated to the laughter of the boys. I didn't understand why what I said was funny, but I didn't understand most of what was going on by this point, truth be told. I felt drunker than I ever had in my entire life, but with none of the nausea. I was starting to understand all the fuss about the wine. "Marko, what's going on?"

"I dunno," He chewed his thumb, a coy smile still showing through. "What's going on, Paul?

"Wait a minute, who wants to know?" He laughed.

"Brenna wants to know!" Dwayne replied. Another chorus of laughter. I felt a slightly off-put that my new friends were suddenly teasing me like this. I wasn't usually the butt of their jokes.

'Brenna…'

But, then, it was hard to feel anything anymore, not now that I was trapped within my own personal cloud.

"I think we should let her know what's going on," Jay spoke up.

"Well?" David asked expectantly of the blonde leading the way.

"It's just down here!" Marko wrapped his arm around the tree nearest him, hanging off the edge a fraction with just one foot planted on the ground. He glanced back for a second to flash me one more of his playful grins before he swung forward, allowing himself to slide down into the haze. I started toward him, but Jay had a firm hold of my shoulders and kept me planted where I stood. Because of my poor vantage point, I couldn't tell what lay beyond. I could hear Marko's feet dragging against the dirt for a bit, so clearly it wasn't a straight drop either, but the noise abruptly stopped after maybe a second and a half rather than tapering off, like he had hit something suddenly...Or fallen off a steeper cliff...I gulped, trying to listen for a thud or a crash, laughter – anything – but my concentration was broken by Paul.

"Don't be scared Brenna!" Paul laughed.

'Trust him…'

"Bottoms up, man!" He winked before following in Marko's footsteps. Dwayne was next, just giving me finger guns before he leaped. There was no way this was real, I just didn't know what game they were playing.

Now David, closest to the ledge, nodded to Jay. He patted my shoulders roughly, maybe in what he thought might be a comforting way, trying to nudge me along, but I wasn't ready to move yet.

"Brenna Wald!" David taunted. "Come on down!"

'It's safe…'

I felt myself swaying, leaning ever further forward. There had to be a trick to this. It couldn't be as bad at is seemed.

'It looks fun…'

"This has got to be the stupidest fucking thing I've ever done," I grouched up at Jay. He looked down at me, an expression evident on his face, but one that I couldn't read. He gave me another wordless nudge and I began to move this time, regardless of my survival instincts shrieking at me to stay away.

The situation seemed to have sobered me considerably and I was grateful that I wasn't stumbling as much anymore. One wrong move would prove treacherous up here. Or maybe that was the point.

"Come with us, Brenna…" David's voice was suddenly sweet as candy as he gently turned my chin towards his face with a gloved hand. I leaned over the ledge a tad, holding tightly to the tree Marko had anchored himself with. I could feel some of the rock crumble away under my feet. I had no way of knowing whether the ground was ten feet or twenty miles away and a previously unexplored fear of heights gripped me. My grasp slipped evidently as my palms became sweaty and I let out something between a whimper and a squeak, desperately attempting to hug the tree closer. I did not want to follow them.

'It's just harmless fun…'

"Brenna, you're one of us, now," David spoke gently. "Let go."

Maybe the water below us was deep enough to break the fall. Or maybe the fall wasn't far enough to kill us all on impact, although I was positive we were too high up for those kinds of hopes and I still couldn't hear any of the boys make so much as a peep once they took the plunge. David shook his head at me, letting go and sliding away into darkness, the tails of his trench coat billowing behind him. This time, however, now that I was closer, I could watch some of the fog swirl away as he passed through it and I could see the second ledge: another steep drop, this one jutting out over an area I recognized. There was no water below, just dirt and rocks. No one could possibly survive that fall.

"Are you fucking insane?!" I turned to glare at Jay. I would have throttled him if my hands weren't otherwise occupied. David had pulled away some of the ledge as he went over and the earth below me crumbled some more, but I still had hold of the tree. I was still safe.

"Brenna! You are one of us!" Jay repeated David's words. I wasn't sure how annunciating everything better was supposed to make this seem any more reasonable.

"Please, just help me back up! I can't do this!" I reached for him.

'Brenna…'

Against my better judgement, I looked down again. Everything began to spin and one hand slipped, but I caught myself with the other I had extended to Jay. Could I hear the boys yelling, or was it my imagination?

'Brenna…'

"Let go!" He shouted at me.

'Everything is fine…'

"Jay!" I shrieked after him. Everything was slick with humidity. A sudden weakness overtook me, and my other hand fell away as well. I tried to grab tight of anything I could to stop my roll down the hill toward my impending doom. I felt my nails breaking and bending, brambles digging into my skin as I tried to claw myself back up, but gravity was winning. Then, suddenly, I was over the second ledge and plummeting into oblivion.

All I could do for the first few seconds was scream, waiting for the impact. However, after I ran out of breath, I became very confused. I should have collided with something at this point. The physics just didn't make sense, but I also was shrouded in mist and unable to get a bearing on what was going on. Wind still roared past me, but I a strange suspicion that I wasn't actually moving. That's when the pain slammed into me. Every muscle, every hair, every cell had been set on fire. I screamed until blackness began to encroach upon my vision, tears streaming down my face. I flailed as though I could shake the pain from myself. Everything faded out of focus, my other senses completely drowned out by agony and when my vocal chords shredded themselves to bits, I felt myself falling again.

'Almost…'

My back hit something solid. My body spasmed and my eyes flew open. There was an obnoxious chirping filling the room and, as I realized a soft light filtered in from behind my blackout curtains, my head throbbed. I eventually located my cell phone as the source of the infernal noise and, checking the screen, groaned when I noticed Jordan's name flash across it.

"Hullo," I answered. It was a statement, not a question.

"Hey." Her tone was tense.

"What's up?" I tried to peek out the window to see what time it was and was hit with the sun's intense afternoon rays, effectively blinding me. I swiped the fabric back shut with such ferocity that I was concerned momentarily that I might have ripped them, which would have been an utter tragedy right then.

"You ok?" Some legitimate concern filtered through her voice that time.

"Yeah…" I massaged my temples. "Long night. Out celebrating." Apparently two word sentences were all I was capable of.

"Oh." I heard the realization in her voice. "Of course! That's why I called! I wanted to wish you a happy birthday!" It was a good cover, but I knew she didn't actually remember and the pitch of her voice made me wince.

"Thanks."

"So, uh…Did you have a good time?"

"Yeah. Just hungover." There was an awkward silence and I begrudgingly asked what I knew she was hoping I would ask. "How was yours?"

"Oh, great! Just went out with my fr-" she caught her mistake. "I mean, some people."

"Have your first drink?" I had graduated to nearly complete sentences!

"I had a glass of Sangria, but I didn't like it, so I gave it to William." Interesting. I guessed she and William were dating again. News to me. How long had they been together? "Plus, you know how I feel about drinking. I just don't want to look like one of those sloppy girls." An image from the previous night was brought to mind in which Paul and Marko saw fit to introduce me to the concept of "slapping the bag" back at the cave. It should have been a sign when I couldn't taste the wine pouring out of the plastic bladder that I needed to be cut off. I wondered what Jordan would have thought if she could have seen me then.

"So, did you hear about Miriam?" I had been trying to forget.

"Yeah. Any updates?"

"Not that I've heard, but it probably has something to do with, well…You know." I knew exactly where this was headed, but I wanted her to have to say it for herself. She was the one that concealed it from me in the first place.

"What?"

"Well…You know how this town is."

"You know, I really don't. I was under the assumption that this town was completely safe." My tone was acutely more biting than I had intended, but it got my point across. "So why am I just hearing this from you for the first time?"

"People don't like to talk about it. Young Haven has a really checkered past… But it was a different time then. Then the mafia got pushed out by the gangs…" When my silence made it clear that she wasn't winning me over, she switched directions. "It has gotten much better!"

"Better?" I snorted. "Why don't you tell that to Miriam?" It was my turn to receive the silent treatment. I immediately wanted to eat my words. This wasn't getting us anywhere.

"Well, I just wanted to call to make sure you knew…" Jordan's voice waivered almost unnoticeably, but I certainly could tell. "A-and to wish you a happy birthday."

"I appreciate it." I wondered if it was even worth asking, but I figured I'd try to reach out one more time. "Hey, if you're free, you maybe wanna grab dinner tonight?"

"Oh, uh…I'll be at William's again tonight, so maybe we can catch up tomorrow?" Couldn't she even take an hour away from him to get dinner with me? For my goddamn birthday?

"Sure." I wasn't expecting a call.

"Ok. Well…Bye!" I didn't bother to reply, simply hanging up the phone and letting it drop to the bed beside me.

I wanted nothing more than to fall back asleep and forget the conversation had even happened, and to pick back up on that weird falling dream, but all the talking made me realize how dry my throat was. I started to shuffle toward the kitchen to grab myself a glass of water but, unfortunately, forgot that I hadn't outfitted the entire apartment with blackout curtains and was forced to retreat to my safely curtained room until I could locate sunglasses. Fucking hangovers. I could only imagine what the Darts would say if they could see me now…I felt a resurgence of anger from the previous day and I wondered if power had been restored to my room yet. Knowing my landlord, probably not. I'd have to let my phone charge in the living room or something.

I brought the water and snacks back to bed, but neither of them did much for me. My throat still hurt and the mini banana muffins tasted stale - awful and dry. Had they expired? I tossed them in the trash bin just to be safe before pulling the blankets over myself, running over the details of my dream again. I wondered when I had blacked out after we got to the cave. There was no obvious end point to the night – the dream about the park and the partying melded together seamlessly. How had I gotten back into the apartment at all?

When I woke up the second time, just a few minutes after 6:00 pm, it was getting dark out. I just hoped I could turn my sleep schedule around before school started again. Tomorrow. Ugh, it was Sunday already. I should technically be going back to bed in another seven hours but, now that I had slept in, I didn't see it happening. I would have to try and pull an all-nighter if I intended to make it to my shift in the morning.

After fixing myself an extra relaxing morning bath, brushing my teeth, and applying some lotion, I figured I should be an adult and go to do some grocery shopping. I would skip the makeup for today – I didn't feel like letting my bathroom mirror de-fog and I didn't have anyone I needed to impress. But, as soon as I picked up my car keys I remembered that my car was STILL sitting at Crandall. My roommates weren't home, not that I would want to talk to them right then anyway, so I decided to pop across the hall. Maybe I could bribe Mike with food for a ride? No dice. He wasn't answering. I moped back to my own apartment, scrolling through the various names in my contact list, hoping I would find even one person that would come to my rescue. I realized that I didn't have any of the boys' numbers, so that wasn't an option. I made a mental note to ask them, but then it also dawned on me that I didn't think I ever saw one of them use a cell phone. Did they even own them?

Maybe I could call William? Or Philip? Would they even answer the phone if they saw my name? The loneliness was starting to creep in again like a coldness. I could probably walk if they didn't pick up, but given the Miriam situation, that didn't seem smart or safe. That's when I heard a knock on the door.

"Thank Christ…" I muttered, wondering which of the boys it would be this time as I swung my door open. "I was wondering when I would see…" My eyes finally focused on the two individuals standing before me. I slammed the wood back shut, throwing myself against it.

"We just want to talk, Brenna!"

"I wasn't kidding about calling the cops!" I figured I had seen the last of the Darts when I threatened them with a bat.

"But you didn't." One of them pointed out. I couldn't tell the brothers apart by voice.

"It's not too late!" I held the phone in my hand, ready to dial the number if this took a turn.

"Can we please just talk?"

"We are talking, aren't we?" There we a pause and I heard and felt a "thunk". Checking through the peephole, I realized that one of them was now resting their head against the door.

"This isn't really a talk for the hallway. Just open the door." Theo, the one who had been leaning against the door, straightened up again. I decided to try the Dwayne strategy and kept my mouth shut. If they were anything like me, they would cave and start talking in just a few seconds. Sure enough…

"We came to apologize for the other night, and to thank you for not turning us in."

"Ok."

"And…" I could tell this was difficult for them. "And we wanted to make sure you were ok."

"I'm great, thank you for asking."

"You knew that other vamp in the hall, didn't you?" His tone made it clear he wasn't really asking a question. "The one who lives on our floor."

"I'm sorry, I'm certain I don't know any vampires," I countered. Theo growled, frustrated by my response.

"The…Thing from last night." Silence. More snarling. "You talk to her." I heard him mutter.

"We're just worried. You don't know what this place is like yet. We don't want you winding up on another missing person's poster." Jack was wise to drop the subject.

"I don't go out alone and I carry mace. I thought you would have realized after the other night that I could take care of myself."

"That stuff is useless. Did you at least check out the website?"

"No, I have not."

"Please?" Another little business card slid its way under the door. I narrowed my eyes at it. "Come on. What do we have to do to get you to read it?"

"Do you guys have a ride?"

"…Yes?" Jack hesitated before answering.

"Take me to pick up my car and I'll read your dumb website." I could hear them talking it over quickly and I had to wonder if this was a wise decision, but I wasn't sure what other choice I really had if I wanted to eat today, and I was starving. I tried to take another look through the peephole, but discovered that one of them was covering it.

"Ok, we'll take you." Theo finally spoke.

"No, there is no 'we' here. Just Jack. I don't like this any more than you do, but I'm not going to outnumber myself in a confined space voluntarily. Especially not with you two."

"What do you mean 'especially not with us'?!" Theo was incredulous and I heard him bang his fist against the wall. I jumped and was happy they couldn't see how much they had startled me. "We're the good guys!"

"I just watched you nearly put a kid in the hospital. No deal."

"You-!" More whispering and I heard one set of feet stamping off.

"Ok, just me." I checked the peephole – it was uncovered and only Jack remained.

"Alright, step away from the door." He did as I said and took several steps backward into the center of the hall. I checked to make sure I had all of my things, as well as my can of mace. For good measure, I also snatched a steak knife from the clean dishes rack and tucked it into my purse. I opened the door a crack, peeking out to make sure the hallway was empty, before emerging fully.

"You have anything on you?" I demanded.

"No. I came unarmed."

"You sure? I'm patting you down and if I find anything…" He rolled his eyes, slowly lowering a hand. "Ah ah!" I stopped him. "Keep your hands up and tell me where it is."

"Knife in my back right pocket." I pulled it out, kicking it back into my apartment. "That's it." As promised, I patted him down. He was being honest about not having anything else as far as I could tell.

"I'm locking the knife in the apartment. You can have it when we get back." The moment I shut the door, however, I found Michael sliding out of his apartment, eyes locked on the back of Jack's head.

"Where you going, Brenna?" He sounded definitively more protective than the situation called for, but I was just happy to see him.

"Michael!" My relief was evident. "Are you free right now?"

"It just so happens I am. What do you need?"

"Can you give me a ride to pick up my car? It kind of got left at this house a few nights ago and I need to pick it up before it gets towed."

"Sure thing." He already had a leather jacket in hand and we started heading for the door.

"Woah," Jack tried to stop us. "I thought we decided I was giving you a ride?" I paused at the door to the stairwell, sighing.

"Look, I haven't had the best of experiences with you or your brother so far, Jack. I promise I'll still read your website later."

"You know, we're not the bad guys here." I threw my hands in the air, turning around to face him.

"Not this again."

"There are things-"

"Just stop." My tone turned cold as stone.

"You don't understand. There's more going on here. They're killers, Brenna! They're going-"

"STOP." I ordered. "The first time I met one of you, I was getting threatened. Then, you start a fight in the hallway right outside my room doing enough damage to the wall to leave me without electricity for days. I still don't have power restored! You accuse everyone around you of being some supernatural being, but YOU'RE the only dangerous people I see. I had to fucking pat you down just now because I can't trust you! How do you not see that this is fucked up?"

"Alright." He sighed, scratching the back of his neck, glancing around to see if anyone else was listening in. "I know. It looks bad. But if you knew where we were coming from, you would understand. Our mother-"

"Just, fucking…" I cut him off, clenching and unclenching my fists, trying to center myself before I flew off the handle. "No. You are not going there. Do you think you're the only person who lost someone? Because you're not. You need help." For once, he seemed at a loss for words. "I'll drop your knife off when I get back," I promised, turning my back to him.

"He's one of them too!" I could hear him yelling, even over the door slamming shut behind us.

"Christ…" I shook my head once Michael and I got outside where he wouldn't be able to hear. "They just don't quit. Have they always been that way?"

"More or less." Michael guided me over to his bike and I hopped right on without instruction.

"I didn't peg you for a biker." He seemed amused. "But your choice in outerwear makes more sense now."

"I didn't peg you for a Meghan Trainor fan." I teased as the radio kicked on, brushing some lint off of Paul's coat.

"Touché" he laughed, quickly silencing the music. "Where did you learn?"

"My friends all ride." I hadn't quite thought through the sentence before I spoke and was surprised at what tumbled out. Maybe counting the boys as "all my friends" was a Freudian slip? Or, maybe that's what my subconscious actually believed. Maybe it was becoming true. "Well, you know, David and them."

I hopped into my car quickly as I possibly could when Michael dropped me off, locking my doors immediately once I was inside. Michael watched me start my car, then took off, popping a wheelie on his way.

"Show off!" I rolled down my window to yell out of it. As I sat, holding the button in to let the window return to its normal position, the smile faded openly. And as I watched Michael disappear over a hill, the rumble of his bike fading, my heart ached unmistakeably. I missed the boys. I was spending so much time with them that being alone felt wrong, even if I had just seen them the other night.

My phone buzzed and I retrieved it, discovering a Facebook notification: a selfie of Jordan and Colette in the apartment.

"Can't wait!" The photo was captioned. In Jordan's fingers, intentionally framed in the photo, were a set of unfamiliar keys. Were they moving out? They would be required to sublet their apartments, so I wouldn't find myself in a position where I couldn't afford to live there, but that meant I would likely be stuck with two strangers sharing my space. I had decided after my monster of a roommate freshman year that I would never live with people I didn't know ever again.

"Fucking bitches." Every time I thought I had things figured out, life had a way of shutting me back down. Maybe the boys had an extra room in the cave? I plugged the auxiliary cord into my phone and started digging through my music, simultaneously trying to determine where all I needed to go grocery shopping and what I needed to pick up. I would deal with Colette and Jordan later. Eventually I threw the phone on shuffle, unable to come up with anything fitting this mood I found myself in. If nothing else, I was grateful I remembered to pick up a few more songs. I was tired of being subjected to my eighth grade melancholy playlist over and over again. I wasn't sure how much more of middle school Brenna I could take.

Nine Inch Nails - In Two

"Split.
Split in two.
Somethin' else."

I guess my musical interests hadn't changed all that much. I started to drive, immediately recognizing how strange it felt to not have wind in my hair. I rolled both windows down, not really paying attention to what direction I was headed, just so driving would feel normal again. It didn't matter that temperatures were dipping close to freezing then. My brain only reengaged a few minutes later and I noticed that I had auto piloted to what was familiar. The park. The cave.

'The apartment…'

I should have been heading to the apartment. I left my grocery list on the counter and this trip would be completely useless without it.

"Nature is violent.
The nature of the beast is violent.
You know that,
And someone else,
Another one that wasn't me, no…"

The park. The cave. The apartment. It felt so strange. It used to be my apartment. My home. I wondered when exactly that had stopped being the case. Probably about the point I realized Jordan and Colette were so close. I started to turn the car in the right direction.

"Thrive.
Just become
Your disease.
Leave,
Them behind.
You are free."

I laughed, humorlessly. It was my twenty-first birthday and my gift to myself was about to be groceries. Last night had been great. Amazing, actually. I felt more alive than I had in a long, long time. If I could spend every night with the boys like that, I would die happy. But, last night wasn't really about me. Maybe that was selfish, but I was comparing my evening to Jordan's just the day before. A nice dinner, surrounded by friends thoughtful enough to get her gifts and a cake and sing happy birthday to her. Maybe I could go get myself a frosty and stick a birthday candle in it? That's close, right? And also about all I could afford. I felt my eyes stinging in that familiar way again.

"Hey,
What you want,
You deserve."

I put my car in park. I was back at the apartment already but was avoiding going inside. I didn't want to be here. I didn't want to deal with Jordan and Colette. I started rubbing at my face again, this time trying to furiously brush the tears away before anyone could see me. I prayed it wasn't that noticeable and, fortunately, the dimness of the parking lot worked in my favor. The lights hadn't kicked on just yet.

This was stupid. Plenty of people had it so much worse than me, and this is what I was sitting here feeling sorry about? Not having a person to come sing me happy birthday? Pathetic.

"It's getting harder to tell the two of you apart.
It's getting harder to tell the two of you apart.
I can't believe I could never remember which one you are.
It's getting harder to tell the two of you apart."

The tears were rolling freely now, some last night's mascara starting to invade my eyes, and I moved to rub it out with my sleeve, but stopped when I remembered I was still wearing Paul's jacket. Putting it on when I left wasn't even a conscious effort. It, too, had become habit.

"I just don't know anymore…"

I managed to find a napkin in the glove box and opted to use it to try and dab some of the wetness away. In case I had any makeup left on, this would hopefully keep me from developing raccoon eyes.

"I just don't know anymore…"

And, really deep down, I was realizing that I had let the boys become some integral part of me over the past forty-eight hours. I wondered if maybe it was just some game to them. I hadn't even gotten their phone numbers.

"I just don't know anymore…"

I was about to pull my visor down to check the damage I had done to my face, but that's when I felt the rumbling. I turned to my left and was greeted by Paul's face. He was pressing his face up against the glass of my window and I barked a laugh at his antics, a sheepish smile invading my face. I resisted the urge to roll the window down with his skin still in contact with it and simply killed the engine, cutting the song off. He backed away enough so I could get out.

"Hey birthday girl." His voice had a gentler tone than usual. He could tell. I could see it in his eyes.

"Hey, Paul."

"Come on. Let's take a ride."

"Yeah." I locked the car behind me and began tucking them into my pocket.

"Oh, and you brought me my coat! Sweet!"

"Oh, shit, right." I again removed the keys and started to shrug the cloth off. I was going to miss that thing. Even if it did look like an oversized prom dress on me, it was so damn comfortable.

"Well, you would look silly wearing both."

"…Both?" I started to smile, in spite of myself, barely containing my excitement.

"Ok, you gotta close your eyes." I complied with his order, my smile growing more genuine. "And no peeking! I'll know!" I could hear him digging around for something for a while before telling me to open my eyes again. "Happy birthday, Brenna." I was right. It was a gunmetal leather coat all my own with red zippers on the cuffs accenting the main, off-centered zipper. Red piping on the shoulders and black patches on the elbows contrasted the gray. It was nowhere near as elaborate as the others, but I figured that came with time and wear. I wrapped Paul in a tight hug.

"Hurry up, hurry up! Try it on!" He demanded me once I let go. "We have an appointment to make!"

"What?" Maybe he meant a reservation, or maybe he was making a joke. It seemed like a weird choice of words for him.

"That's another surprise. Now come on!" Seeing it fit nicely, I climbed onto the bike quickly and readied myself. I had no idea what Paul driving somewhere in a hurry looked like, but I knew his leisurely pace was enough to give most a run for their money.

Just as I tightened my hold around his midsection, I turned just in time to notice Jordan and Colette walking out of the apartment building and froze, not sure how to express myself. I was immediately scared they would see me on the bike and judge me or tell me I was turning into one of the boys again. That didn't last long. The doubt and worry were quickly smothered with anger that they had apparently decided to abandon me and find another apartment. The look they shot me was venomous, but I didn't have to focus on it for long. We were off like a shot, the grocery list long forgotten, and Paul's middle finger extended in their direction. It was like he knew.

Author's Note: Anything else clearing up for you guys? I don't think a whole lot was revealed her, but leave a review to let me know! Many thanks, per usual, to ShiplessOceans and JakkiSukaru!

I'm breaking this chapter up since we went WELL over 6k works, so expect a slightly more exciting update this weekend!