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"I think that I do." Mallory responded just as quietly. Somehow it seemed like a moment that ought to be quiet. "I shall have to practice it. It is very relaxing." He continues to sit that way, concentrating on his bubble.

"An emotional feeling she knew from the time we met that I did not have. What is it you think, that I lied to her, made her promises and broke them? Do you think no one ever told her I would quickly move on again to the next woman? I was a known playboy, Alexia. She had some responsibility to herself not to dally with me if the cost was too high. You are very judgmental for a woman who started this conversation solely to avoid speaking of your own past." He rises to his feet and gives Alexia a shallow bow. "If it is all the same to you, mademoiselle, I hardly wish to be berated that I cannot suddenly love a woman who only wished it when she realized she was with child. Or would you rather believe she doted upon me and only wanted the same in return? That was not the case; there never was emotion between us. Good day to you." Alphonse left the room, frowning deeply. He had not really expected Alexia to understand, but her stance was entirely unreasonable! Amazing; Betty left him and her own child, but Alphonse was the villain because he cared no more for her than she had for him?

I walked downstairs from my bedroom and yawned greatly. Hiding in my bedroom was only a temporary numb from the pain, one that didn't last as long as I had hoped. The tragedy of losing father was terrible, but the tragedy of missing my life by staying locked up there was just as bad. I stopped short in embarrasment when I realized the two men sitting on the couch. Mallory, I think the one was. Yes he was about my age, I think. But who was the other, who slumped himself lazily onto his back. "Hello," I said, feeling quite awkward. I slowly made my way toward them and held out my hand to the man who's identity was a mystery to me. "I'm Dawn, nice to meet you." What else was I to say? He was muscled and bad-boy looking, like most of the boys Dusk would talk to when we were out. I wished I looked better. I wore only a black tank top and jeans, my hair in a simple ponytail.

I wasn't going downstairs any time soon. My bedroom door was locked, while I sat on my bed writing letters to my men back on the other side, who had recently informed me on plans for our upcoming attack. I hoped the house wasn't full of suspicion.

Lance looked up to see a young girl; she looked very plain nothing out of the ordinary. "Hey, you must be one of the twins Lexi was talking about." He gave her an inviting smile. "My name is Lance, Anything you need honey?" He sat up straight and straightened his tight leather vest, and netted sleeves so that it was not crooked.

Al kept her eyes down. "Good day.” She said as he left. There was really nothing to argue about and he had left without her having to ask. Nate carried another box to the bed and plopped down next to her. “Was that wise?” He asked under his breath and fell back onto the bed. “Now he will be scared for life missy.” Nate sighed and gazed up at her.

"Yes, I'm Dawn. Nice to meet you Lance." He was so amazing looking he could have jumped into an action movie right now and I would have been sitting in the front row! "Do you know where Miss Alexia is? I haven't spoken with her in a while." I felt my unmannered self get the best of me, considering I was raised by a drunken man and no mother. "Do you need anything, sir? There are some eggs in the kitchen, I think, and I would be more than happy to make some for you." I wanted so badly to ask why he was here, he didn't seem like the type to find refuge in a safe-house.

Finally I was done with all my letters. It isn't easy being the top under cover spy for a whole side of the city. I opened the door to my room, snickering slightly to myself with thoughts about the whole skeme. All I had to do was lead on everyone in the safehouse into thinking I was a wholesome young man with a clean record, then snag a look at some of Nathaniels papers when no one was looking. I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, hoping to meet up with more of the safehouse visitors.

"I wish not be rude. It is not in my personality to barge in on what could be a private conversation. The code I follow by, really. In a way."

Franky entered. "I need to talk to Nathaniel, do you know where he is?"

"Indeed, I will do that. Thank you very much, Mallroy. How are you doing, sir?" He clapped Mallroy on the shoulder with one of his hands and smiled.