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A/N: Alright guys, this is unedited at the moment. I'm just trying to get it out ASAP as I'm super behind. I'll put up a proper Author's note about the situation as soon as I'm done editing. For now, please disregard any chunkiness, awkwardness or any major spelling mistakes! I'll deal with is tomorrow morning!

Updated: A/N: Hello my wonderful readers, so here is the edited chapter as requested. I know it took me a while, but luckily this update is coming with a secondary chapter because I finally finished chapter 258. Still, I hope you enjoy the fully edited (to the best of my ability) chapter. Please don't forget to review and read the next chapter.

Chapter 257

It took a few days, Rowan had wanted to do all sorts of things in Vancouver beforehand, but eventually they made their way over to Victoria on the ferry. Something Conejo had been livid about but eventually put up with for Rowan's benefit.

This was after, of course, they did Afternoon Tea at the Empress. And went to the VanDusen Botanical Gardens, and went horseback riding AGAIN, and whale watching and to the Capilano Suspension Bridge, and took pictures with the Vancouver sign. After they spent a day in Gastown, went to the Vancouver Aquarium, to the Queen Elizabeth park and the Museum of Anthropology.

Essentially, they got onto that ferry once she had run out of things to do in Vancouver, which took at least an extra three days, she had faced one of the biggest decisions in her lifetime.

Continue on the grand round the world vacation, or go to see her childhood home. She chose to go home.

Of course, she knew she wasn't going to her real home, and was actually just going to the house of her mother, which was, in her reality, the house she lived in with her family. The plan was just to look at the house, just imagine that she could go inside and pretend she was going home, it wasn't possible of course. But once she was standing outside of the house she used to call her home she couldn't just stand there and only look at it.

Conejo had confirmed that her mother had left for one of her conferences and if she was right, if this version of her mother stayed true to the version that Rowan knew, then she knew exactly where her mother hid the spare key for Trevor, who lost his keys constantly. She skipped up to the front step, got up on her very tippy toes and reached up to move a wooden panel aside. It took some fumbling as it was designed for Trevor who was much taller than her, but she finally got the key out. She used it to unlock the front door, then she put they key back and together all three of them entered the house.

Once she was in the house, however, she stopped. She stood there, staring at everything around her, and as she did, Wo Fat stayed by her side, as per usual. While Conejo went towards the fridge… also as per usual.

It didn't look anything like her house. Okay, the living room did because that had always been her mom's room, but it everything else was completely different. It was like the style of the living room had taken over the whole house making everything so much more sleek. Her house had never been this empty before. But then again, her father, Trevor and her had always cluttered the place.

She walked around slowly with Wo Fat following her as Conejo helped himself to a can of coke and dug through the pantry where he then pulled out a sheaf of cookies.

"It's not the same is it?" Wo Fat whispered, no doubt sensing her distress.

"No," she whispered. "I mean… that makes sense. Things change. I'm not… this isn't my home. I… I don't have a home anymore."

Wo Fat bowed his head. "I'm sorry," he whispered to her, as if he were the one who took her home away. But it wasn't his fault Steven didn't want her nor was it his fault that she wasn't in her own reality with her own home. He seemed to think for a moment before he said: "You can have a home with me. No matter where I go… you can always have a home with me."

It shocked her to hear that come from him but in the nicest way possible. The offer, the offer alone was enough to make her heart swell with happiness. He had never had much, had never had his own real home, or family and here he was, offering up something she knew both of them wanted more than anything. Essentially telling her that as long as she was with him, they'd be home, they'd be family. It was enough to almost mend that broken heart of hers.

She turned away from him so he wouldn't see the tears and her eyes and spotted something on the mantle that she recognized.

"MR. BUNS!" Rowan cried rushing forward. She knew she shouldn't have pulled the little white bunny was in a decorative case but she couldn't help it. She picked up the protective glass case and took the rabbit out and clutched it to her chest before putting it straight into Wo Fat's face. "Look it's Mr. Buns!"

Wo Fat stared at the soft plush white Rabbit like it was a dirty dishrag. "How… nice?"

"Shut up," she scowled at him. "This was my favourite toy. I got it when I was born, it went with me everywhere and I never got rid of him. I mean he's grey now… was grey… at home he's grey… but I loved this rabbit."

"Looks like your mom kept it for you," Wo Fat said turned back to the display case. "Rowan Hazel Peirce. January 21st 1986. Forever our Angel," he read off the plaque. He glanced back to Rowan who was cuddling with the rabbit again. "Well I guess that explains why you like Con so much."

"Hmm?" Con asked coming into the living room mouth full of cookies.

Rowan showed him the rabbit. "This is Mr. Buns, I got him when I was born."

"Mmm" he said with a nod washing down the cookies with his pop. "Emil had one of those, his was a giraffe. He loved that thing."

"Who?" Wo Fat asked but both Con and Rowan ignored him. Con because his mouth was once again filled with cookies and Rowan because she was snuggling with her Mr. Buns. He realized he wasn't going to get an answer from her, and with a heavy sigh just changed the topic.

"Well… I mean… if you're so attached to the thing, why don't we take it and go?" he asked. Rowan shot him a glare and he shrugged. "Fine. How about you show me where your room is… was?"

But Rowan didn't want to see what her room was now. Seeing as it wouldn't be her room at all. This was all just… too much for her. She thought seeing her home would make her feel better, but it didn't because it wasn't her home. The observatory wasn't there, her room wouldn't be there either. The house was empty and it didn't have a single thing that reminded her of home. This place wasn't hers. This place was essentially… hollow.

She shook her head and Wo Fat nodded. He didn't press her for a reason he just took her answer at face value. Sometimes she hated that about him, but at that moment, and most of the time for that matter, she loved it. Wo Fat wasn't about the facing of one's darkest demons if one didn't want to, so he rarely pressed her when she gave short but uncharacteristic answers like that.

"Kay, do we wanna blow this popsicle stand?" Conejo asked, pocketing the cookies.

Wo Fat's eyes narrowed at the question as if he didn't understand it. He very often misunderstood references and slang like that, usually took them way too literally. She figured because he had a deprived childhood and slang was different in China where he grew up. But Rowan was focusing on Conejo.

"Are you stealing cookies? What is wrong with you?"

"I'm hungry, I'll eat them on the go," he said with a shrug.

She shook her head but the argument didn't progress past that because the front door opened and closed and that was them, caught. Rowan stood there in the living room, noting that while Wo Fat had paused, pivoting as if to block Rowan from view, Conejo had backed away, back into the kitchen and out of sight.

Rowan briefly thought about ducking behind one of the white couches, but ultimately thought against it. It wouldn't hide them for long after all.

Her mother turned the corner and found them there and she paused. She looked them both over and blinked her eyes. "Are you… you…" her eyes narrowed in on the stuffed rabbit in Rowan's arms. "That's not yours."

By all means the woman should have been shocked or startled to find intruders in her house, but instead her face was painted with anger… Rowan knew that look was coming before it even graced her mother's face. And her mother was the kind of person to stare down two possible burglars without flinching. So she wasn't surprised when her mom crashed towards them.

"You can take anything else. But you drop that right this instant."

Wo Fat got in between them immediately, shielding Rowan from her mother. Rowan dropped her hold on Mr. Buns as directed without a second thought.

"I'm sorry," she said. She watched her mom stoop down to pick Mr. Buns up as Wo Fat easily ushered her aside. "I'm sorry, we're leaving. I'm sorry."

Rowan kept a tight grip on Wo Fat and his suit jacket, desperate to pull him away from her mother before he did something to her. She didn't think he just lash out at her out of nowhere, but she knew her mother well enough to know that she could lash out unpredictably, and she knew Wo Fat well enough to know that if someone takes a swing at him he'll take a swing back… and his swing won't miss.

She held onto Mr. Buns for a moment before she turned her eyes up to them again. "Wait… I know that voice."

"No you don't," Rowan said quickly though she really should have just shut up.

"Yes I do… Wick? Is that you? And this is… well judging by the burns… I'd say, Oz? Your eldest brother, correct?" she asked. Wo Fat turned a dry glare onto her silently asking her why the hell she had described him to her mother.

Rowan just stared at her with a mouth dropped open in shock. "No. I don't know what you're talking about."

"Nonsense. I've been talking to you every week for almost a month," her mother said. "I know you've been raised on the wrong side of the law, but we agreed to phone calls as you couldn't make yourself available to come in person and now you've broken in, and you're touching my things. Things that are very important to me."

"I don't… I'm not…"

But her mother had more to say. The only reason she didn't get to say any of it was because Conejo had snuck up behind her and essentially pistol whipped the back of her head. While Wo Fat seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, Rowan let out a cry of dismay.

"Con!" she cried, going to her fallen mother's side.

She had more to yell at him for, but instead Wo Fat grabbed her arm and pulled her up. "You can yell at him back at the hotel, come on, let's go."

Rowan let him drag her away, she had managed to check her mom's pulse and she would live, though she knew that, when Wo Fat wasn't looking, she'd call an ambulance in to check on her mom. And when both of them weren't looking Conejo paused, simply to scoop something.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

Trevor's life was hell.

Literal absolute fucking hell.

The burn on his arm had healed nicely, he now would forever be branded as the Stepanov's property. Even if he managed to buy himself free, everyone would know exactly who he belonged to.

And then he became the look out. The caser. The one who went into the bank that the Stepanov twins were looking to rob. He sweet talked tellers, he got schematics and blue prints, and he waited in the car to report suspicious activity outside while Roman's hand picked crew went in and stole all the cash out of the vault.

So far, though he felt quite guilty about it, it hadn't actually gone that bad. They only shot their guns for attention and to keep people in line, bullets were in ceilings and ceilings alone. No one had gotten hurt but it was only a matter of time. And he knew that.

He had tried to act as all of this was normal, but he knew it wasn't. He was criminal and it wasn't sitting with him well. He jumped at every siren and generally avoided going out.

He stopped hanging out with friends, he drank more, he gambled even more. He tried to use work as a crutch but it was hard when he was usually hung over. He thought going with his contestant for her competition would distract him, would help him, but the Stepanov's had other plans and instead followed him to the city and made him case another bank. He hadn't wanted to, but then they threatened to break his legs again, so he did as they asked. But things got wild when they told him that someone had dropped out last minute, couldn't travel up to Manitoba with them. That meant he had to go into the bank. He had struggled, argued, reminded them that he had no training which was why he did all the casing, but they were adamant and he got forced into the job after all.

And it was that heist that went wrong.

It was that heist where Roman Stepanov actually shot everyone who moved. Starting with the cop that was in the bank, by pure chance, who was making a move to stop him. The he shot the security guards, three by-standers and one teller.

The cop died.

They had decided to lay low but earlier that month they had decided that they had gotten away with it. It was out of province after all. No one was going to suspect that the same crew pulling heists in BC had branched out to Manitoba.

When they changed their minds they demanded his presence again. Trevor had been ignoring their calls, however. He missed the next meeting for the next heist. He was getting messages from both Roman and Irina about wanting him to come in, reminders that they owned him and he didn't have a choice.

Trevor threw himself into his work, he avoided leaving his house other than to go out for work and supplies, and ignored his phone. His friends and family were all trying to get a hold of him, but he was too ashamed to face them, so he had essentially cut all contact.

But then his dad called every day for a week, leaving breathless messages for Trevor to come back. After one message that simply said: It's an emergency, he finally picked up one of his dad's calls and got the shock of a lifetime.

Rowan was in Toronto. Or well… more aptly had been in Toronto.

She had left Hawaii and come to visit their father for some reason. His dad reported that she was now travelling with two men, to obvious criminals, that she called her brothers, though neither of them looked like her. She was calling herself Wick instead of Rowan, and claimed to have broken up with a controlling law enforcement officer who was still after her so he could arrest her eldest brother Oz.

Oh and she had magical fucking powers.

Why that wasn't the first thing his father thought to tell him, why that was a second thought was completely beyond him.

She could manipulate the void, travel through white spaces. Throw objects, deflect bullets, and pull people to her… like McGarrett. All a side effect of being pulled from one reality too another, something made possible when her version of Trevor shot her with an energizing ray.

Trenton had gone on to tell him of all the experiments. How Rowan could open the void by it affected McGarrett back in Hawaii and hurt her. How, once she was energized everything came easy to her. Though she did have an incident where she got shot, sort of, but came out of that incident not shot. That was the incident that pulled McGarrett to her, which proved that this was the same Rowan that they had been looking for in Hawaii, and was the girl that McGarrett had hidden from them.

Despite the DNA test that she had failed he was certain that she was their Rowan. Their DNA wouldn't match, his father said, because she was from a different reality, she was from a different family. In his mind it made sense but Trevor didn't quite get it.

He had tried to pay attention to the conversation but he didn't know why any of this mattered if Rowan had vanished with her two evil brothers.

But only a few days after that conversation with his father he got a message from a hospital saying his mother had been admitted for a head injury and that the cops had been called for a break in.

Trevor had rushed to Victoria General to see his mother and found her sitting in the hospital bed, going between crying and snarling. She was livid and she was very upset. Not a good combo.

"Hey! Mom!" he cried entering the room. "What the hell happened?"

She looked up at him, opened her mouth and then closed it as if deciding not to tell him certain aspects which was also exactly like her mother. "I… well… I got robbed and they snuck up behind me…"

"Okay… what did they get?"

"Not of extrinsic value…"

"Mom, they got something, you're crying…"

"They took the stuffed rabbit," his mother snapped and Trevor paused. "Okay? I'm upset because they took her bunny."

"Rowan's bunny? Why would anyone break into your place, nobble you, and then steal a stuffed bunny?"

"I don't know," his mother said with a huff but Trevor had an feeling that she was holding something back. He sat down on the edge of her bed and put a hand out to hers.

"Come on mom," he said softly. "You can tell me."

"It's silly," she said. "I was so stupid…"

"Kay just spit it out, mom…"

She sighed aggressively and finally opened up. "New year's… new year's came and I had this girl call. She was… she sounded basically desperate for help. She… she couldn't come in to speak to me, she wasn't living in our country, but she needed someone to talk to to help her through some traumatic experiences… and… well… I agreed to help her."

"Why couldn't she come to speak to you?" Trevor wondered.

"She's a criminal, or well… her oldest brother is though I'm thinking from her stories that her second oldest brother is as well but uh… they're obviously living off the grid," she said.

Two older brothers were criminals? Why did that sound familiar? "How did she uh… know about you?"

"She said she was a fan," her mother said with a shrug but Trevor had a feeling he knew where this was going.

"It was her and her brothers who broke in," he finished for her.

"Yes," she said with a sigh. "I recognized her voice. I surprised them in the house. She and, I assume, her eldest brother Oz."

"How do you know?"

"She mentioned he had been in a helicopter accident and he had burns. The man she was with… half his face has burns." Trevor nodded. Okay that was fair, though Oz was the same name as Rowan's eldest evil fake brother as well, and he was starting to see more and more similarities between the two.

"They already had the bunny out of the case when I got in there, but she had given it back to me… and then… someone hit me over the head, I'm guessing her second oldest brother, and when I woke up the bunny was gone."

She swiped away a single tear away and Trevor sighed. He knew how his mother was about Rowan's bunny but he had a feeling he knew exactly why that stuffed bunny had been stolen.

"Did you tell the police?"

"Of course I did, but I don't know their real names. I only know the codenames she gave me. Wick, Oz and Con," she said and Trevor's breath left his body cause those were the names that Rowan and her brother's went by in Toronto with Trenton.

But the last time he brought up Rowan and the experiment he and his dad had performed she had refused to believe him and instead threatened to throw him into an asylum. So he wasn't too comfortable bringing it up again.

"Okay well… maybe with their descriptions they'll… I unno… find them. It's not like there's a lot of burned guys in Victoria, you know?" he offered but his mother just shrugged.

He took a chair beside his mother and held her hand until she was good to be released. When they were good to go, he took her home with the plans to stay with her until she felt better. There was no damage, no sign of a break in, nothing had been moved, and nothing had been taken or broken. Nothing except the rabbit and they hadn't even broken the container that held the bunny, they had simply removed it. What kind of robbers where that considerate?

The ones who knew where the family's hidden key was, the ones who were just there to… well… visit. Rowan hadn't wanted to steal anything she had just wanted to come home.

Damn, Rowan was fucking fearless, she was running around with two criminals breaking into houses and basically doing and taking whatever the hell she wanted. So… like… why couldn't he be like that?

He was emboldened by his sister's bravery. So, after his mother went to bed, he pulled out his phone and called back the Stepanov's, getting Roman on the first ring.

"You got some balls, Pierce, you do. You better have a goddamn good reason for going radio silent for as long as you have," he growled.

"I do. I quit," Trevor told him and there was a very long lengthy pause.

"Oh, you really do have some balls Pierce!"

"Yes, I do," he said though he didn't quite feel like it. "I'm sure we can reach some kind of agreement or payment plan, but I'm not doing any more heists, alright. I'm done. That's it."

Roman seemed to think this over before saying: "You're still not getting this, I am not a damn bank. And unless you've forgotten I own you. So you're going to…"

"No, I'm not and here, let me tell you why. I have the gun," Trevor snapped and Roman went silent. It was a gamble, telling him that he had the gun that Roman had used to kill all those people in Manitoba, because he was supposed to get rid of it. He hadn't because he knew, somewhere down the line that he'd need it, and that it would be his ticket out. He just didn't think he'd ever use it. "I have the gun and a sheaf of proof that you and your sister are behind these heists and I am not about throwing myself down in front of the cop bus if it gets rid of you people. So fucking try me, bitch. Run your heist without me, figure out a payment plan or I'm taking us all down, you hear me! You got till tomorrow to decide!"

And then he hung up his phone. He felt liberated, he felt brave and, well, wonderful. He should have done this forever ago. But he wasn't sure if this was the best move, he would just have to see how the Stepanov's responded to his threats.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

The following morning Rowan, who had spent the night crying and sulking and refusing to talk to her boys after the disastrous meeting with her mother, decided that today was going to be a happy day. Which meant she was going to do something fun, something that would make her happy.

She was on her own now, when it came to her mental health, because she would not be able to go to her mother after what happened. Her mother had recognized who she was, just by the voice, her mother had always known her voice. And now, now that they had broken in and attacked her, there was no way she could call her mom and ask for more therapy. Which meant, everything that Rowan had learnt up until now was going to have to do.

She announced to her brothers that she would be going to GR Pearkes Rec center for skating. There was no discussion, no itinerary to give them, just that she was going and that was it. Both of them were surprised, of course, firstly because she hadn't spoken to either of them since Con had knocked her mom unconscious and secondly because she was deviating from the plan. They were supposed to visit a few local places from her childhood, spy on her best friend Sarah and her daughter Evolet and then the following day they were supposed to leave. Finally make their way back to Europe to do all the parts that Rowan had missed out on because of the Colombia detour.

They got into the Audi that Wo Fat had rented because there was no way that they were going to be taking the bus around the city, and he drove them up to the rec center. It was there that Rowan got another surprise, because the skate schedule wasn't the same there and that meant she showed up and she wasn't allowed on the ice.

She had shot a crestfallen look to Wo Fat who merely huffed at her and went in search of an arena manager. She wasn't certain what he said or what he paid, but he came back twenty minutes later and she was suddenly allowed to skate despite them being adamant that they needed 2 weeks before they were allowed to book out permits and there was no way they could just purchase the ice time right at that moment.

Rowan wasn't about to argue either, so she left her boys to get comfortable on the stands with their little Tim Hortons cups of hot chocolate while she got her skates on and got onto the ice as quickly as she could.

This was her arena. This was where Rowan and Trevor would practice. It was where they taught lessons and became legends on the ice. This was where she spent most of her childhood, this was her life. She knew this ice inside and out, she knew it better than her own home.

Skating here, the familiar blur as she whirled around rink, it was like she had finally found her way home.

She had been lost, lost to the music, lost to the possibilities. Even if she was somewhere else, there was always going to be the ice and the blur, and in that blur, she knew her two boys were always going to be there. And maybe, even with everything gone, changed and different, so long as her boys stayed wit her, she'd be okay.

"Hey!"

The voice cut through the music she was listening to, so abruptly that she couldn't help but freeze at the sound of it. Rowan stopped spinning and almost lost her footing. Across the arena she could see Conejo and Wo Fat suddenly on their feet. She should have skated away but she couldn't. She had recognized the voice immediately and it was the only family member she hadn't managed to see yet on this trip. She blinked her eyes as she stared at Trevor, her older brother, standing across from her, waving her over.

For a moment she was certain that he recognized her but, how could he, in this world he had never had a sister. Then again her father knew who she was, but Trevor had always been a skeptic would he have believed their father's claims of her being his dead sister?

Maybe… maybe she could farm him for information Sarah and whether or not Evolet was sick. Talking to him couldn't hurt, right?

Rowan glided over to him feigning confusion. "Hey, I'm sorry," she said to him. "I was told I was allowed to skate… I was only practicing…"

"Yeah, no, that's fine. You're, uh, you're quite good," he said as she got closer, his eyes running up and down her, blinking rapidly. He had this smile on her face, his excited one. She wondered why he was looking at her like that. "Where did you get that routine?"

"Oh uh… that was just free skating…"

"No it wasn't. That was a practiced and rehearsed routine. I know, because I choreographed a routine… JUST like that," he said. "So how did you get it?"

Rowan shook her head. "Aw come on now Trevor…"

"So… you know who I am?"

"Course, everyone knows Trevor Pierce," she said with what she hoped was lowered blushing gaze to look more like a fan. Trevor did not look impressed.

"Uh-huh…" he said looking down to her black skates before turning his eyes back up to her. "So uh… the piece I choreographed was too… hard for anyone to skate… it was made for someone smaller but with my skill…"

Rowan couldn't help but scoff because Trevor, while good had never been able to skate as well as her.

"What's funny?"

"Nothing," she said quickly because there's no way to tell him how she would know that.

Trevor looked away and then back at her. His eyes seemed to soften. "There's really only one way you could have known that routine so well,"

"I didn't steal it…"

"Course not, I thought it up like a week a go, it's just sketches in a book right now," he snapped. "You see, I've been watching you for a while and you're… you're doing a lot of moves that I know you wouldn't be able to do unless you had the physics formulas and I doubt any of my dad's friends just up and did them for you. That means that you couldn't possibly be able to skate that routine."

"I don't know what you're…"

"You see, as I said, I designed that routine for someone with my skill, my physics formulas but for a female girl and I had someone in mind. You're my sister, aren't you? You're Rowan Pierce."

Holy. Shit.

He knew her name. Rowan's mouth fell open, how did he know? How did he even know she was here let alone alive? A smile stretched over his face at her reaction but he didn't get to say anything because no sooner had he confirmed who she was had someone knocked him over the head.

Wo Fat stood behind him watching Trevor's body slump to the ground and Rowan cried out in horror. "WO!" she shouted at him as he stared at her with angry confusion. "STOP HITTING MY FAMILY!"

Wo Fat just stared at her clearly hurt and offended that she would yell at him. She sighed aggressively. "Why did you do that?

"Why did I do that? Rowan that man knows you're real name!"

"Of course he does, this is TREVOR!"

"Wait what?" Conejo said popping up, he had already grabbed Trevor's ankles as Wo Fat went for his wrists, which meant that they were going to drag him somewhere. But the second Rowan confirmed his identity Conejo dropped him. "I thought your family didn't know you were here. If you're supposed to be dead how does he and your father know who you are?"

"I don't know, I didn't get to ask him now did I?" Rowan snapped. Conejo and Rowan turned their eyes onto Wo Fat who scowled at them both.

"He knew her name. I panicked," Wo Fat snapped. "And don't you look at me like that either," he pointed at Conejo. "I'm not the one who knocked her father sideways when he announced he knew who Rowan was."

"He knew who she was. I panicked." Conejo sighed and then he turned a dark glare to her. "In fact… you're whole family has recognized you. You were the one who said that they wouldn't!"

"Now wait a second," Rowan snapped, skating towards the door to get out off of the ice. She stomped over to them, quite comically as she was still in her skates. She came to a stop by Trevor's feet while she glared up at bout Conejo and Wo Fat. "I have no idea how my father or Trevor knew who I was, but my mom recognized me as Wick. So… you know… she doesn't know I'm her daughter she knows me as a client."

"She still recognized you," Conejo muttered but Wo Fat, ever the pragmatic one, went straight to business.

"Well we can't leave him here," he said. He then turned to her. "You skated her when you were young, where do we stash him?"

Rowan thought for a moment. "Well… uh… he should have an office here," she said. "If he uh… if he's a coach which I think he is."

She bent down and rooted through his pockets until she found his keys. It didn't take long for her to find them either. "Yep, here it is. The uh… the office is just up there," she said pointing them towards a room that had a lot of windows, was on the second floor and over looked the arena.

Conejo groaned. "Of course it's the second floor. Let me guess no elevator?"

Rowan shook her head and the two of them sighed. "Come on, I'll grab his hands, you go for the feet," Wo Fat offered and though he very clearly didn't want to Conejo still went to the feet and picked them up.

Immediately Rowan sat herself down to get her skates off, watching as the two men struggled to pick up Trevor and drag him away. She sensed a lot of hostility from Wo Fat about this, she already knew that he didn't really like Trevor, from her stories, and she sort of didn't trust him not to drop him purposely to hurt him further. But it was because she was watching him very closely that she noticed the strange pinkness on Trevor's upper arm, made visible when Wo Fat grabbed his arm to hoist him up.

"Hey, wait," she said jumped to her now socked feet. Both boys ignored her so she rushed forward.

"Stop, stop, stop, stop," she said swatting them both aside. Trevor dropped to the ground but Rowan didn't care about that right now. She peeled Trevor's jacket sleeve back forcing it up his arm to reveal what she was afraid she saw.

"No," she whispered in horror.

"Is that… is that a brand?" Conejo asked.

It was. And she recognized the design. The Stepanov family crest.

The Stepanov's had her brother.