MY HEAD PULSATED. His fingers clawed into my bare shoulders, and all I could conjure up was a test subject being stabbed by five injection needles. The air fell so heavily that it felt like a blanket of carbon dioxide had replaced the oxygen inside. People were scared to breathe. And we, we were afraid of contributing to that blanket.

The word "Commander" rumbled and rolled throughout the crowd, passing by mouths and diverging into multiple ears. It was a confusing word, and if given ample time to analyze, could expose them all tonight.

I noticed the curious stares. I saw their brains shaping and shifting, putting the pieces together. My breathing stopped when I heard a collective round of phone alarms going off at once. Serena's brows furrowed before she snapped open her cell to read the identical message that was sent to everyone in the room.

The whole room was reading. The silence had never been a more tempting plead to break. One boy in the crowd read the message aloud, his voice trialing off the closer he reached the end of the text.

"Please turn off the cameras and remain silent. Block your eyes and ears. This is an official request from the team. We want you safe. May the host and hostess of Serenity comply and give order..." The student glanced up at his classmates and everyone's heads turned to Serena and her mother.

From the student's arms dropping to their sides, I was able to make out a digital picture of an old design of Beta's seal before it vaporized. The message itself self-deleted in a few seconds from everyone's notifications. There was great shifting and confusion when Serena's mother gave the order to follow the message in fear of upsetting the guests her daughter invited. Besides, not complying when the seal was present was against the law.

I turned to Pierce with questioning eyes, but all I received was a similar expression etched on his face. Osias and Kenya checked their phones but they hadn't received the message, and neither had Cody or Asao.

So who had sent that?

It was then that I began to piece together the details, and the sickening feeling in the pits of my stomach resurfaced like it was an incurable disease. Now along with my heart remembering what happened four years ago, so did my body.

I realized the man standing before us was the only person in the room that was unfazed by the odd message circulating throughout the room, and that he was the only one with his phone still safely in his trouser pockets. The only one that dared rival Pierce on his first meeting.

"Past Commander," I let the words trail out, attracting his attention beside me. He glanced down and his lips parted.

"Did you call?" His eyes bore into my head entertainingly, and when my distraught eyes met his, an obnoxious laugh flung out of his mouth. "Oh, Risa. Don't look at me like that, sweetheart. I always had a soft spot for you."

Now it made sense. It all made too much sense. This undeniable hatred I kept sensing... it made complete sense. His simple phrases were joined with a tone of malice, sending gradual, amplifying shivers down my spine.

Kenya's voice interrupted him. "Hold it, we're going upstairs. I know you have some sense not to run your mouth when people are here?" When he sent her an impertinent look as if her words made as much of an impact on him like pebbles would, she took up the challenge.

"If I can count you accountable to your words, then I caution you to remember who has the seal in this lifetime, Alston. Start walking. " The woman said it with her whole chest, without a falter in her tone. No title, no honorifics, no formal salutations. Just plain Casey Alston, and it took the only sane person at the moment to remind him that. So just like that, he submitted.

"Fine." It wasn't me or Kenya that he sent a dark look to this time. He stared directly into Pierce's eyes as if he had been the one that served the blow to his ostentatious act. With a thick tone, he ended with his last statement before we finally relocated to higher grounds. "But when we get upstairs, that seal won't restrain me."

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A couple blinked up at us, the same ones that had broken the stereo cords downstairs a while ago. They had scavenged out the largest vacant room in the mansion, and were currently undressed, and as flushed as a red berry.

The girl grabbed a bed sheet and scrambled to hide her upper body before her eyes located Osias. The boy ruffled his hair while still adjusting to the bright light that had illuminated the master bedroom.

"Osias Blake??" She stuttered, her mind forgetting that she was in a disgraceful state before six members of a world-renowned team of hackers. Or even just random strangers, at this point.

Kenya was still holding the door open, and as soon as she heard the girl speak, she gave her a hard look that warned, scram. We gave them a moment of silence to scurry out with the whole bed sheet dragging behind the girl. The boy had shoved on his girl's clothes instead of his, indicating that he was drunk.

When Cody shut and locked the door, the atmosphere mirrored the one downstairs once more. Asao secretly reached for the button of a device in his pockets and stood hidden in the back.

Pierce folded his arms and gave the new man a simple laugh. "Did you really call me X down there?"

This confused Casey. He raised his brows, glancing at the rest of the team's reaction. "That is your name, so naturally—"

"My name?" Pierce's tone edged a hint of heavy sarcasm and vice intertwined. "Last time I checked, it was something part of an alphabet soup. Sort of like something you'd eat before coming here."

Osias stepped in. "Are you the impersonator in our chatroom? The one that's been sending assaulters after us?"

Casey turned to the big man and smirked. "Is that why you people have been so quiet? I remembered it being lively when I first hacked into there, then you people bored me. But I accomplished my task, didn't I?"

"We're not your entertainment," Cody shook his head slowly like he couldn't believe someone had that much time on their hands. "Especially not to someone with no significance."

"I beg your pardon, did you not hear me downstairs? I'm your Commander."

"We only have one," Asao jutted in firmly. "And that's Pierce." Casey stared incredulously at the youngster trying to argue with him.

"Were you always this chatty?" He scoffed at the boy, completely ignoring his statement.

Asao shrugged. "I didn't want to add to the crapload you already say."

Casey leaned forward in mock disgust. "Someone's all grown-up now, huh? We're thinking we're all scary now that we've grown a few inches?"

"And a few years. I'm twelve, Casey," Asao looked into the man's eyes with a steady smile. "Not five. Do talk to me at your intelligence level." And twelve he was. Not some quiet angel that was overshadowed by the adults.

I could tell just by watching his eyes and his slightly tensed jaw that he had wanted to say many things all these years. I realized it also pained him that he had to waste his words on this man that shouldn't be related to us anymore.

Kenya turned to Casey with a dense air hanging in her tone. "What do you want? Why did you find your way back to us?"

Casey raised his eyebrows, his arms outstretched. "Why of course, to get your memories back! Get the team together like it's meant to be. You can't be mad at me about that, can you?"

"This isn't your team," Pierce reinstated. "The faster you come to back reality, the better you'll be off."

"X, I'm going to need you to stand down," Casey glared over at the man and arched his brows patiently. "I was talking to them, not you. Besides, last time you were relevant, I remembered you wanted to leave these people for your own selfish reasons. Now you're crawling back to claim the top seat because I've left?"

My blood was boiling. He was talking to everyone like they were below him. The man held no respect, and therefore, I wasn't going to hold back either. No matter how much the lone string in my heart desired a different outcome, I couldn't keep lying to myself when he was the same man in the past as he was now.

I let out a barely audible scoff as the unpopular feeling washed away and I straightened up. I turned around to face the former Commander and directed to his face, "How dare you come back here."

Now he was looking at me, and his body relaxed. "Risa, I missed you." But his eyes turned dark when it traveled down my body and stopped by my hips were my hand was. The hand with the ring that matched the one on Pierce's hand.

"I don't know you," I forced his attention back up as my voice raised. "We're only here to give you a chance to talk. If you don't, that's fine. There's always a chance behind bars."

He seemed to have wrapped his head around the tone of the team by now. We weren't going to take whatever he prepared for us. People changed with time. We've grown, and we've learned. I couldn't say the same for him, unfortunately.

Casey gave me a cautious stare. "What do you want me to talk about?" A sly smile crept at the corners of his lips. "The fact that you and I were in love? The time that I gave you your code name? How about when we slept together? Or even recently, I bet you didn't tell anyone that we were in a room just by ourselves at school, did you?"

His eyes said it all, exposed his true intentions— it was me all along.

Pierce's eyes wandered to the back of my head before he looked over to Casey. "You caused all of this... because of Risa?"

The former leader gave him a repellent stare. "I'm well aware I can't have my team back, X. But I can have her back. You can't take everything that was mine. Besides, the other woman inside her stuck closely to me. She's as guilty as I am. Risa needs to come with me.

I wanted to shout in his face that I wasn't her. That this Leigh and I weren't the same person. But what justification did I have? With my body, I chose to live my life with this man under the same roof and behind the same doors. With my body, I aided in helping my team lose their memories. With my body, I hurt those that I loved. Did it matter to anyone, then, if Leigh and I weren't one of the same mind?

I felt a headache coming forth while I tried to make out what was right and what was wrong. Maybe it would be better if I did leave this life behind and go join him. Who's to know what else I could do with my disorder? Would it really be that bad?

All of a sudden, a hand reached to grab my wrist and I was pulled around to face someone that wiped my eyes clear of doubt. Pierce shot me a silent look before he glared at Casey. "Some people understand the weight of their words, Alston, and that's why they choose them carefully. I think we're done here."

"You think I just came here unarmed—"

"K2 took care of your men outside before he left," Pierce cooed nonchalantly, tapping at the earpiece he was wearing that orchestrated the event earlier to him while they were downstairs. "And to my knowledge, Kenya dealt with the ones upstairs before she met up with you?" He turned to Kenya for confirmation, and when she nodded with a mirroring smile, he continued with, "It helps to be a little quicker on your feet, Alston."

I shared a sideways glance at Asao and nodded silently, rising out of my thoughts. "You can stop recording here. We have enough evidence along with the rings. Osias, Cody?"

Cody gave me a thumbs up. "Blake, I'll count on you to drag the majority of his ass out of here. What else are those muscles good for?"

Osias rolled his eyes. They turned to Casey and tried to carry out the restraining, but the man put up a fight. Cody struck a blow to him to stop him from resisting before Osias was able to force his arms behind his back in a tight lock.

"Just a moment," I started. The boys paused and turned to give me a questioning stare. Kenya was already on her way out, but she turned back around, leading Asao to do the same. Pierce saw me reach down to my ankles and pull out of the mini utility belt the official government seal that I haven't used since four years ago.

Casey took notice of it and he gave me a funny look with a twisted smile. "Come on, sweetheart. Like that's going to work this time? Are you going to break down again and pretend that piece of metal protects you?"

I smiled. I was foolish for thinking for a second he could have changed. Could have been a more decent person so that it would've been easier to forget. But no, I was haunted by this man that I didn't love.

"You're right. I can't use it the same way." I glanced down at my hand with the seal and began tossing the seal lightly upwards, like I was testing its weight. Pierce's eyes gradually increased in amusement as he stood behind me.

Six more eyes widened in horror when my arms pitched back and released the full force of the swing towards Casey's face. The thunderous rapture that echoed even down the stairs indicated at first listen that every bone in his face had dislocated in some way when it spank him square in this face.

As the rest of the team bustled around Casey to evaluate if him falling back sent him into a coma or not, Pierce walked silently up to my side as the two of us watched the scene unfold.

"I never thought I'd live to see the day you actually take someone out with these bizarre objects on your person."

I scoffed lightly as I turned to see him, still circling my shoulder to massage it. "Now I know why you always threaten to use the seal in a diplomatic manner, Commander. It conceals it's true purpose."

He rolled his eyes. "I don't think that's what we should be getting at here."

"Then what is?" I asked in a leveled tone. I quieted down as a distraught Casey met my eyes briefly from afar before the rest of the team blocked him again. "Are you not curious about how that man claimed I was his lover?"

Pierce looked at me without saying a word before Osias met our eyes and indicated that we should get going. The others had already started walking out the room, dragging Casey along.

"I am." He responded lightly, catching my eye. "Let's talk when we get home. Just the two of us."

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By the time that our crew reached the first floor again, we discovered that the dance had resumed. Some people brushed the odd message off as a haux— a classmate's prank— and had carried back into the groove of the party without further care.

The flatscreen TV was currently displaying an intense game of sports directly across from the camera. Serena had deemed it inappropriate for a formal dance and switched the channel to some historical program airing that talking about the many great palaces in the world. Everyone was positioned in rows in front of the camera. It was when we reached the center of the room that they paid any attention to us.

Vanessa, who was currently yelling at the cameraman to get the camera's angle right, spotted me and her whole face twisted into annoyance. "Risa, we talked about this. You can't be down here until T6 comes. No one's allowed to leave or pass through the living room until we get that picture. But why aren't they here?" She mumbled the last part more so to herself.

I realized people paid poor attention to the six people and a fraud that were descending the steps in attires that were on another level than that of a mere party. It was advantageous to us, but it just goes to show how anything could bypass at a party full of drunk teens.

Serena was already situated at the center of the picture, and people had left vacant spots open around her, like they were reserved for the special guests they'd all been anticipating. Mrs. Heatherine shook her head seeing me back in the room and snatched up her phone from the sideline to make a call.

Amused, I side-glanced Cody, who was giving me a sly smirk as an indication to let all hell loose, before I walked up to the girls and leaned my head in. I said it just loud enough for practically everyone to hear, however.

"I thought you wanted us upstairs, Miss Vanessa."

It was clear that I had brought confusion back on the tables as heads turned to evaluate what I just said. With an intimidating aura of someone that was unpredictable, I was able to silence the entire room.

Asao gestured for me to come and he held out his hand. I dipped my head at the girls before taking the boy's palm in mine and walked out with the rest. All eyes had been on us, and it didn't help that the TV suddenly aired a recent news about one particular palace, the Palace of Versailles, with a caption that read, "Massacre in France. 71 dead, 11 wounded. Police are currently investigating tonight's ball—"

A security camera showed a small footage of the incident before the fight broke out. There were two people dancing at the center, giving off a familiar aura that she had just felt in the room. Serena's eyes widened when she caught the same gown that they had mocked and ridiculed.

It was majestic on screen, glowing, and no one looked more ethereal than the woman gliding along the dance floor like it was her world, stepping in pace with a mysterious man that guided her. Suddenly everything came crashing down— and the warm blood flushed profusely to her cheeks— when she realized that that woman... was Risa.

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We found the motorcycles that had been previously used to reach the airport. It was parked in an alleyway close to the neighborhood, and most likely the work of K2's men that were still in the country.

I took Asao, Kenya took Cody since Osias was burdened with Casey, and Pierce rode alone. The entirety of the ride was a silent one, mostly because all that was needed to be said could be understood through the tense air.

We made it back to the old apartments that had been moved out of. As I took my helmet off, I turned to Pierce and frowned. "He's not sleeping with us. I don't want him in my place."

"Then we'll split," the Commander declared. "I'll take him in my apartment. The rest of you can stay at Risa's."

Everyone glanced at each other, as if assessing whether or not the compromise was a good one. "Pierce, are you sure?" I asked, taking a step forward. "What if he tries something?"

"You know I'm right here," Casey began.

I turned my head left and right gradually to check for a sign of the new existence, but failed at finding him. Pierce's face merged into a smirk. "You're worrying."

I stopped in my tracks and gave the man before me a look of denial. "Well yeah I— actually, you're right. Why am I worrying? You're Pierce."

"Yeah, I am."

I shook my head. "Knowing you, you'd break him by sunrise before he could."

"Is that coming from someone speaking from experience?"

"Yes— no." I shot him a glare for the conniving move, but he merely winked before grabbing hold of Casey and forcing him across the street.

I then remembered what we settled at Serena's place. "What about our talk?" I cupped my hands.

Cody rubbed his forehead and side-glanced the fourth, fifth, and sixth-wheelers in the team. "Are y'all married? Can you stop now?"

Asao grinned and punched the man softly on his arms. "Come on, let's go in." Kenya and Osias shared an awkward look before they decided to leave the two Commanders for their embarrassing war-cries across the street.

But Pierce didn't answer. He just waved his arm in the air without looking back, and then the two had turn into the steps of his apartment. I shook my head and spun on my heels, heading to unlock mine for the rest to enter as well.

So I guess we just missed our chance. But if we didn't, what would have happened? What did he want to tell me?

What did I want to tell him?

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We walked in and the air felt so much lighter. Granted, that was because two repellent energies were gone from the scene, but something about the whole ordeal tonight made it soothing to just come back to a quiet place to rest.

We changed out of our clothes, naturally. Kenya easily found something suiting her style in what was left of my closet that K2's team didn't touch. Cody also had a pair of shirt and long shorts to wear from all the times we slept over at each other's places during exam nights. Asao cozily fit into one of my more gender-neutral clothes, and there was a bright smile on his face when he discovered it still smelled like me.

I gave him a shy smile as I reappeared downstairs with my night garments on. I realized only Osias had nothing to change into, and it was my brilliant thinking that gave him a solution.

"Guess you'll have to knock on Pierce's door for a change of clothes," I whistled nonchalantly. I walked to the kitchen to pour myself a cup of tea, hiding a smile.

Osias sent me a threatening look. "I'd rather die."

"Oh stop exaggerating," I rolled my eyes. I looked down at my cup and held it firmly out to him. "Here. Give him this. Maybe he'll spare you his demented laugh and willingly lend you a potato sack."

"Or maybe you have a bigger t-shirt laying around here?" A smirk appeared on the man's face. "Or I can make it big. 'Later honey, I'm ransacking your closet."

My protest fell on deaf ears as the man raced upstairs and left me alone in the living room. I shook my head when I heard Kenya yelling a few minutes later when the wrong door opened, which was obvious, since I never pointed out which room was mine.

I stood there with my eyes shut while the sounds of hanger-throwing and running amplified upstairs. After I had drank my cup, I sighed and looked up, surveying the empty living room.

My eyes glanced towards the apartment's foyer, and with a simple frown and tilt of my head, I slowly made my way to the front door. My hands grazed against the lock before I sucked in my breath and flipped it the other way.

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Deep breathing filled the apartment as everyone fell into a sound and safe sleep in a long time. Tranquil silence draped over our sleeping figures, allowing our minds and body to sink into a trance. It was unbelievably warm underneath the covers, and the sunset of stars ripping through the window blinds casted a faint glow throughout the room.

The bedroom door creaked open, then shut itself as a male's coat was hung at the backrest of a study chair. A soft sigh escaped my lips as I hung between a state of unstable unconsciousness that was activated from the footsteps. In a moment more, my eyes had gradually fluttered open and my head turned to stare at the person standing before the door frame.

"You're here," I whispered, breathing out to wake up. "What about Casey?"

Even in the dark, I could make out his faint smirk. "Knocked out. He couldn't cooperate, so I made my life easier." His voice was careful, as if he was aware that I needed to rest. "You left the front door open on purpose, didn't you?"

My chest rose and fell steadily as I laid there remembering what happened in the last few hours. "Pierce, what did you want to talk about?"

He took a seat at the edge of my bed and gazed at me. "I wanted to confirm something."

I stayed silent for a moment before propping myself up on my elbows, the covers still wrapping loosely around my lower body. "Let me turn on the lights, then."

"No, I'll leave soon." His voice replied back.

Now I had seated upright to match eye level with him. He didn't break the gaze as he asked, "Was what he said true?"

My eyes furrowed a bit, but it wiped away in a blink of an eye. "No, not at all. Even if Leigh had something with him, I couldn't come to love that man for my life."

I saw the man's muscles relax a bit as he broke my gaze. A smile formed on my lips, and I tilted my head as I observed him avoiding my eyes. "Did you have something you wanted to say, Commander?"

The smile on my face faltered when I heard his next words. I wouldn't have expected it in a million years. It all made less sense now that everything was finally coming together, so why, why was he telling me this now?

"Risa, I'm leaving tomorrow." Pierce stated quietly.

My lips parted right after him, leaning forward. "Leaving?" My chest squeezed with that simple word. "Why?"

Pierce didn't comment on my sudden face change, or my alert state, yet I knew he saw it all through the dark. "I had a talk with K2 before coming here. We're all leaving. Not permanently, but temporarily. Kenya and Osias have that program in Britain that they have to fly to. Asao needs to make it to the next flight back to Japan to finish his school year. It'll be like before until we can regroup."

"And you? Where will you be?" I didn't notice the slight crack in my voice, but he did. Maybe that was why he thought he could get away with not saying anything about himself.

The man looked me in the eyes. "I'm going with the old man back to my old agency. We're going to destroy my files and erase my existence from there. And possibly meet up with an old friend."

"You mean your time as X?" I asked. Something didn't feel right, like I was overstepping a boundary in his life that he didn't want to talk about, but I dismissed it. It was now or never.

He nodded. "Letters. We were given letters at the agency. The numbers were a different sector with different roles. Before I was involved in this team, my last mission with them was assigned to one particular agent that I still hold loose ties with till this day. She was incredible."

He had dazed eyes as he described his previous life. I watched him shamefully, ducking my head a bit to gaze at the covers. No matter how much I tried, I couldn't be happy about it. It was selfish of me to want him deep down to stop talking, but a part of me wanted to know his backstory too.

I wrapped my arms around myself and laid them on my propped up knees, leaning my head on it as I quietly listened. "She must be amazing if she was able to work with you. I heard you were quite a devil in the past."

He smirked, folding his arms as well. "Am I being acknowledged by the college demon herself?"

I guess angels don't exist around here. I forced a smile, but it fell within a few seconds. The air turned suspenseful, like he was waiting for me to talk. What did he want me to say?

"Do you miss your life as an agent?" I managed a question, holding my breath. "Are we holding you back? I don't know your true capabilities, and maybe if Casey hadn't forced you on us, maybe you could've contributed to something... better. I don't know..."

His eyes traveled from my eyes, to my faltering lips, to my head subtly angling away. He grabbed hold of my cheek and stroked it softly, rubbing slow circles on my cold skin. "You know," he sighed out all of a sudden, making me blink back in confusion. "You are so dense sometimes."

It probably wasn't the right time to be offended when he was pouring his sentiments out, but like the person I was, I grabbed his hand with my opposite hand and felt it stop moving on my cheek before I blurted out, "What?"

Without warning, he pushed his hand against my palm. Our fingers with the rings on them grazed through and in-between again, before I realized our hands were intertwined once more. My breath had hitched as he dropped our hands firmly to the side of my hip, as if trapping me in place on my bed.

"I don't regret anything. Not my wounds, not my responsibility, not my team. And not you." His hold tightened, and I could feel his breath against my skin as he leaned over my body. My heart skipped a beat as I heard a nonexistent drumming in my head that swept me away from reality.

"I'm sorry," I confessed under my breath, gazing up at him as my head fell back securely on my pillow. It took everything in me to say it. I was never one to apologize. I've learned to do so for my best friend, but I refused to surrender to anyone else. Tonight, that would change. "With Leigh, with Casey, Jeremy, Serenity, France... with the first time we met. Nothing has... nothing has been going right."

"Why are you apologizing?" He pressed, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Don't."

"And that woman from your agency." I was rambling now. I knew it would happened, but I couldn't calm down my heart. "I can't make myself feel happy about the people from your past."

He side-smiled. "Is someone a little jealous?"

"So what if I am?" I frowned a little, sitting back up as his eyes widened curiously in the dark. "You had an exciting life and no one could stand in your way. Now you're returning, it wouldn't make sense if I didn't feel at least a little worried."

He inhaled and breathed out a relaxed smile as he rolled his eyes. "Risa, no one could take your place. Stop worrying. Besides, that woman that I mentioned earlier— we'll call her W— as far as I've heard, she's been rambling on and on about this one Carter dude. I know she's found her own journey that I don't want to be a part of."

"So what's yours?" I asked, taking in his figure.

Pierce gazed back at me. "Right here. I'm sitting right here."

I shook my head. "Then why are you leaving? Do you really have to—" I tried pushing back up so I could match his eye level, but next thing I knew, he had wrapped his hand back around mine, keeping me down.

"Hey, can I ask you a question?" He asked in one low, stable breath.

I was wary of his questions at this point. I felt like the more I heard, the more restless I became. What happened to the Risa that didn't care? What happened to my ability to brush everything off easily? Why was it so hard whenever he was in the picture?

I kept quiet, because I wasn't sure I wanted him to ask anything of me. I had nothing to give him in the first place, nothing.

Then he spoke again. "Can I kiss you?"

My eyes had been lingering somewhere behind him, unconsciously processing the words. But as soon as I came back to my senses, my eyes immediately snapped to his in disbelief. It was also evident that my cheeks were flushed when I saw him giving me a once-over.

I take it back. The night wasn't so silent. It was filled with all kinds of sounds in my ears. My arms were failing me. I felt numb, but I also felt a strange contraction in my chest. Not the painful one. This one stung in a different way.

I hadn't realized my head had bobbed down for a nod. I only saw his grey eyes soften, and then felt his hand slide around the back of my neck, gently arching my head up. His fingers were right below my hairline, grazing it all in his palms.

There were footsteps at the door. The lights had turned on outside. The voices of the team filled the hallway as they made it before my door, concerned over the faint noises coming from my room. The last thing my ears picked up was the distant voice of someone outside asking, "Hold on, why the fuck is this door locked?"

I felt Pierce smirk as he took in my lips fully.

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L01: Gramps, they locked the door. Can you believe them?

K2: Pierce Fucking Damien Easton get your hands off my child.

M&M: He really just went in there and—

RSMS: Am I supposed to sleep after seeing that?

Pooh: Shh. Stop spying then.