Flip the Truce

Naia Munroe | I know you're dead inside, but you make me feel alive

It wasn't like Naia hadn't been around werewolves before; hell it was nearly impossible to not be around them. They were everywhere. Nannies to the children of the rich, bodyguards to celebrities and politicians, and the pets the rich showed off to party; like a living breathing plaything used only for entertainment. A dog that could change faces. Naia would see them, see their necks adorned with thick, heavy collars, their eyes vacant and expressions nothing less of meek, subservient. Perhaps that's why she'd never been very fond upon the idea of getting a wolf for her own. For years, Jonathan Munroe, her father, had all but pleaded with his daughter to get one. "It can protect you better than my men could." He'd tried to reason, though she wouldn't hear of it. Something about seeing them in human form unnerved her. She'd read studies, that they weren't at all different than them. And it felt weird for Naia to own something that was so... Human. At least on the surface.

But, it was an accumulation of events that led to Naia being here at an auction on a Saturday night, bored and not all that thrilled as she watched wolves being led on and off stages. It had been last week that Naia had nearly been kidnapped. Her father had many business holdings, and not all were legal from what he'd let slip occasionally to Naia. Perhaps not the mob, but she knew he blackmailed a few of his clientele. But it had always been on the back of the young woman's mind. It never really affected her, so why stress? That is until last week, where Naia had nearly been kidnapped on her way back from a trip to the city. It was her father's personal werewolf that had saved Naia from being taken, for god knows what. When he brought her back to the house- Jonathan had been absolute. Naia was going to be getting her very own wolf. Thus why they'd been sitting in the same spot, Naia looking over the wolves led on and off the stage.

She had seen wolves of the best stock, of the best temperaments and the best lineage paraded about like a prized hen. Each time her father saw one he approved of, he'd nudged Naia urging her to pick one. But she hadn't seen one that had struck her fancy. All the wolves she'd seen so far had been empty- until she saw him. That was until the auction was nearing it's end. Really only the stragglers were left. The young ones. The unstable ones. The wild ones. She hadn't had much interest as the announcer called out the number of 1109, and her gaze happened to slide towards the stage as a wolf was dragged up onto stage. Even from where she was seated, towards the middle, Naia could see how stiff his movements were. Like he was hurting from some wounds that hadn't quite healed up yet. They had something over his mouth, and Naia was surprised to find him glaring at the ones who had led him up on stage.

"This one... Well we're going to start the bidding low. He was sold with some nasty cuts, he's still healing up. We won't lie, he's not tamed. But, with a little attention and a firm hand he'll be a fine wolf. That's why we're going to start the bidding low." Large, oaken eyes turned upwards to her father as Naia nudged him eagerly. "Dad, that's the one. I want to bid on him." She didn't know what possessed her to want such a wolf- but she did. "Naia no. He's not fit for you." Her father had originally denied, though she wouldn't take no for an answer. After a bit of nudging and prodding, Jonathan finally agreed to to put in a bid. A few people around them gave confused glances towards them but Naia didn't care. With baited breath Naia waited as only one other person put in a bid. The haggle was quick and by the end, Naia had gotten a new wolf. She was rather nervous as her father gave her a grave look and jerked his chin towards the door where she was to go to pick him.

"Go look him over. I'm going to settle the payment." He murmured as the wolf they'd gotten was led off the stage. At once nerves washed over her stomach. What was she getting herself into? Could she really handle having an untamed wolf as her first? Doubt began to creep into her thoughts but before she could chicken out Naia just nodded and stood. It took her about fifteen minutes to weave through the crowd people towards the back rooms, where the bought wolves were held until they were ready to be taken. Thankfully the room was set up with the lowest numbers towards the front- and the higher numbers towards the back. It took a little bit of searching but Naia eventually stumbled across the pen which held the wolf she'd bought. He hadn't quite seen her yet, as his back was turned to her and Naia could feel the breath peter out of her lungs.

He was dressed simply in a white shirt, with black sweatpants, his back stiff with tension. From the nape of his neck, she noted a few scars littered there. What exactly had he been used for before he was... was hers? Timidly Naia began to approach the pen, though it was more like a one-wolf kennel. She hadn't taken more than two steps when he turned, and stunning Aegean depths locked onto her darker muddy orbs. There was an intensity in the wolf's gaze that nearly made her shiver. The thing was still over his face, supposed to prevent him from biting she supposed and Naia held her hands out, trying to hide the nerves and trembling. "Hi." Her voice was soft, close to inaudible beneath the noise in the room. "I'm Naia. Um... I'm not gonna hurt you. Do you want that off?" Gesturing to the thing around his face, a muzzle of sorts, Naia took another hesitant step closer her gaze flickering over the wolf's form.
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Jax Turner | My innards turn, your eyes they roll; I'll be there to take the fall

Jax Turner was a simple man. He liked coffee and eggs in the morning, liked his friends honest, and liked a good read on a rainy day. He liked his business to run smoothly. Of course, his business was far from legal. Intimidation, gambling outlets, the few drug houses, and of course the occasional weapon deal. Yeah, Jax Turner was about as far in the mafia one could get. He'd been born into it. His father taking over from his father, and his father before him. This life was all Jax Turner had known. And he was good at what he did. With everything he ran, all the little pies he had his fingers stuck in- Jax was in charge. And everyone knew it. When they wanted something, they came to Jax. If they needed a problem taken care of, he could do it for a price.

If they needed money, Jax would help them out. But there was something he never budged on. You paid your debts to him, otherwise? It was stealing and those who stole from Jax Turner ended up at the bottom of the Hudson River. That's how things worked. His business was one that ran like a well oiled machine. People feared him, respected him, and that's how Jax liked his life. There were the occasional bumps, the people who thought they could get away with stealing from him. The ones who'd try to knock him from the top. And they were always dealt with. It was one of those problems that Jax Turner had to deal with. It was a man by the name of Coral, a chronic gambler. The man's company had gone over two years ago, and that was when he first came to Jax for financial help.

For the first year things had gone well. He'd managed to pay Jax's money back, and there was no reason to deny him more loans. And then things changed about a year ago. Funds stopped coming in. Money was taken, but not given back. At first he'd tried to be lenient with Coral, but the man didn't change his ways. And that had led to last month when Jax and his crew had paid a visit to Coral. He'd been in the middle of his daughter's birthday celebration but that hadn't stopped the male from roughing him up a little in front of his family, warning him to pay up or pay the consequences. He had thought that would be the last of it. Either Coral would find a way to pay money, or die; and again the machine of his business turned on. But then he'd been contacted by her, Lee Coral his client's daughter.

How the hell she managed to find his place of business, a seedy casino downtown, he didn't know. But he was impressed. Lee had begged with Jax to forgive her father's debt. Let her pay it. At first he was skeptical, how was she planning on paying her father's bill? Then he was impressed. The dedication, loyalty, determination, and beauty of Lee Coral had intrigued, caught his attention. There was something about her that Jax just couldn't stop thinking about. But rather than haggle Mr.Corals debt there and then, Jax had bade Lee to come back in a month. He'd have an answer then. So he sent her off and Jax had taken the next month to think on her proposal. And in that month he had brewed up his own counter-proposal. In that month the male hadn't been able to put Lee aside. She was beautiful, and fiercely loyal to her father.

He needed that kind of woman in his life. Someone he could trust. Someone he could lean on, come home to at the end of the day. He was getting older, and Jax knew that he was going to be expected to settle down soon. Come up with an heir that could take over his enterprises at some point. And that's where he currently found himself, sitting at his desk while a couple of his security details ushered in Lee Coral. She didn't look intimidated which amused Jax as she was ushered in, motioned to take a seat across from him. Jax let his gaze wander over her, before snapping it to his security details. "Out." He demanded and they didn't need to be told twice. Almost as soon as they were gone, Lee launched into her plan of how to pay him back. And he listened with that intense gaze, as chilling as an ocean as she carried on. It wasn't until she finished her plan did the male speak. "The way I see it Miss Coral- you're in a tough spot. Not a lot of options here." Pausing Jax let a smile creep onto his lips.

The way a cat would grin at a canary before devouring it. "Now, your plan is interesting. But with your father's inability to pay, you understand I can't put a lot of stock in you. So I have a counter-proposal." He was never one to beat around the bush so with a heavy sigh he gave a careless shrug before continuing. "Marriage. If you accept my offer, I'll marry you. In exchange all your father's debts will be forgiven. The slate wiped clean. I will support you the best I'm able to." He stated, leaning back in his chair while keeping a careful gaze on her face. "This may seem unorthodox but to be honest with you, people think it's about time to settle down. And I see no reason it can't be you. Sure we hardly know each other know, but we'll get to know one another in time. And you'd do anything to save your father right?"

Asa ran through the woods. The ground crunching beneath his feet. The rock and dirt shifted between his toes. The smell of the sea traveled through the air. The scent welcoming reminding him of something he'd never have. It was freedom. A creak was heard, followed by a low growl emitting from Asa's throat. His ears went flat against the side of his head as he paced side to side. The smell wasn't that of another animal. Well, depends on what you describe as an animal. A whooshing sound travelled the air before Asa felt a sharp sting in his side. He felt dizzy, but approaching footsteps caused him to straighten up to the best of his abilities. One man came, then another, and another. It took three tranquilizers in order to get him to shift back. Breathing heavily, Asa stood to his feet and put his fists up. It felt odd to him. Having not been in his human form for a long while. It was easier for him to blend into the woods in regards to other packs. No one questions a lone wolf.

Asa was slumped over, beaten to a pulp and bloody by the time the Hunter's had subdued him enough. To get him in a cage and onto the back of their truck. When they arrived at their next destination, Asa saw that he wasn't the only one taken. His eyebrows narrowed some as he recognized some of the other wolves. Many of whom he had been in fights with, days, months before. Clenching his fists Asa felt an odd feeling before looking down to his hands. He slowly raised his hands up and examined the chains and locks on his wrists. His eyes then drifted to his hands, then his fingers, his skin. It was if Asa forgot what it was like to be human, because he spent so much time as the wolf.

"Wake up!" Was then heard, followed by a bang on the cage. The metal stick reverberated off of the metal cage, causing Asa to shoot up at the sound. He had been dreaming about when he had got captured. Glancing around, Asa realized that he and the others weren't in the dark room as before. The scents were different. Sounds. Everything. Different. A man then started saying numbers. That's when Asa realized they were being auctioned. The thought infuriated him even more so. Gripping the cage bars, Asa was ready to change, figure out a way to save himself. He knew of the stories, about humans owning werewolves. He just didn't want to believe it.

Just when Asa's plan was coming together, someone came to him and took his cage out onto the stage. "It's now or never." Asa thought to himself before shifting into his true form. No one would want him if they thought he was unpredictable, right? Asa began snarling and biting at the bars in hopes of getting free. Those hopes vanished as the man said 'sold.' Asa ceased his movements as his eyes followed the announcer's finger, the announcer was pointing at the buyer, but in the sea of faces, Asa couldn't see clearly who it was.

After being wheeled back, a man forced Asa to change back by using a cattle prod, and putting a muzzle on his face. He then threw clothes Asa's way, and left. As a got dressed and a few moments later, the being was coming to claim their prize. Asa had turned around from the buyers and closed his eyes. He couldn't stand another second of everyone fawning over the wolves. They act as if they never been up close, but Asa assumed it was because they've never been in the same room with a live one.

The doors swung open and a new scent entered the room. One that was different than all the others. It caused him to open his eyes, wanting to no more. "Hi." The girl said. It caused confusion within Asa, he pondered if he had truly heard someone speak directly to him, or if it was all in his head. When she approached, he gathered that she was the one who bought him. His eyes locked with hers and he froze for half a second, her eyes mirroring his own. He didn't know what he saw in them. Fear? Uncertainty? How ever that changed with her question. Asa glanced around before looking back to her. If he felt he could get away, he'd definitely try, but it would just end in his death. And Asa wasn't ready to die. Not today. Shaking his head slowly in response to her question, Asa looked her up and down before sliding to the back of the cage. A man came around and attached a leash to his leather collar before being yanked out of the cage, and handed to the girl.



Lee lived what one would call a privileged life. Her mother had passed away when she was young, and because of that she had became exceptionally close to her father. Lee went through college, and now she's researching which hospital she wants to work at when she finishes med school. However, she was oblivious to her father's doing. A year after entering med school she had to drop out in order to work two jobs so she can help her father pay his debt. She has taken up journalism. Lee had heard tales of the man named Turner, however she'd never met him, and quite frankly, she never did.

One day when Lee got off of work, she had came home to find her dad crying. She didn't know whether to hate him, or just be disappointed in him. He had explained to her that he owed Turner some money. The two had a fight that night, Lee was afraid she'd lose her dad too. He was her everything. After he promised her he'd be able to pay Turner back, Lee went on working, continuing to make ends meet.

It seemed to be going well until the truth came out, that her father had stopped paying Turner, and he now not only threatened her father but beat him up on her birthday. Lee became fed up, and decided to take matters into her own hands. Using her journalist connections, Lee managed to set up a meeting with Turner, he just didn't know it until she showed up to his place of business. She had made the offer of, giving him her earnings in exchange for her father's debt to be paid in full. Turner refused.

It now had been a month since Lee last spoke with Turner. She returned to his place of ' business' in order to see if he'd accepted her offer. His guards had ushered her into his office. She glared at the two suit clad men. If she didn't know any better, she would've thought they were the men in black. She stared after the two until his voice broke her gaze. Lee wasn't expecting him to look the way he does. As he motioned for her to sit across him, her eyes studies his features, trying to read his facial expressions, but she was lost. Lee resubmitted her offer, reminding him, and hoping that he'd accept. As he started speaking, she furrowed her eyebrows before crossing her arms across her chest and leaning back in her seat.

His words made her eyes narrow. The man hadn't been making sense so far. In Lee's mind, she questioned if she should go to the feds, or submit an article to the newspaper, under a anonymous name. She had zoned out until he said the word ' marriage.' Before she could catch herself, the words had already left her mouth as her eyes went wide. "What?" Lee didn't think he was serious. His expression never wavered. It was silence on her part. Cycling through what had just been said. Lee exhaled sharply, before glancing around, shaking her head. She knew if she didn't agree, that'd be the end of her father. "Fine." She heard herself say, hopefully he was a man of his word.

Naia Munroe | I know you're dead inside, but you make me feel alive

The car ride back to Naia's home had been silent, and tension pooled in her petite body. After the leash had been handed to her, her father had come to escort Naia back to the car. He hadn't said a single thing, just leveled a disappointed glare towards his only child. By the time that she and the wolf were seated in the backseat of her father's sleek SUV, it was chilly and dark outside, and a light drizzle had broken from the clouds. The gentle pitter patter of late fall rain had begun to bounce off the roof of the car. "I'll take that off for you now." She hadn't a chance in the auction house. Carefully in the confined space she reached out, her slender fingers brushing against the contraption against his face until she felt the buckles. It took a little bit of squirming but finally she managed to undo the clamp, and the thing fell away from his face. Once it was off, she noted the sharp, well-defined curve of his jaw, and full thick lips. He didn't make a move to snap at her fingers, or maul her once it was off- so Naia took this as a good sign.Through the darkness of the car Naia offered a wordless smile before turning her gaze towards the window to observe her surroundings.

The auction house was located about thirty minutes from the home, so she knew they had a bit of a drive to settle in for. So, Naia simply watched as the car sailed through the crowded downtown streets the auction house was located at, watched as streets became less and less crowded, more suburban, and upscale. The entire way not a word was breathed between Naia, Jonathan, or the wolf. There was a thickness in the air of the car. The wolf surely was not thrilled at his circumstance, Naia didn't blame him, and Jonathan was not pleased his daughter had picked such a rugged, untamed wolf. She was overly relieved by the time they finally reached home. It was Jonathan that got out first, Naia and the wolf scrambling out after him. "Naia, I have work to finish. That wolf, is your responsibility. Training him... You understand. I don't want him causing a... A ruckus, or issues in this house. The moment he does- he goes back." He directed, casting one last dry look towards the wolf before turning, and heading up the stairs of the Munroe's lavish home. The moment that Jonathan was gone Naia sighed.

With her father's disapproving gaze off of her, that meant that she could take some time to relax, ask the wolf a few questions. "C'mon, it's warm inside.We'll catch colds out here." Naia directed, her thin pale fall jacket doing little to ward against the cold. And with this wolf's lack of jacket, the last thing she wanted to add to his list of aches was a cold. Rather than yank te leash she waited until he took a step forward to begin walking up the steps of her home. Her father was already gone, and seeing no point in wandering about Naia led the way through the luxurious house, ascending the wooden spiral staircase. "This is where you'll stay. The house." She explained, leading the way deeper into the house until they came upon a dark mahogany door. A gentle push and the dark wooden door swung open revealing a decent sized, plain bedroom. "Your room is across from mine. So if you need something it'll be easy to find me. I have a few things I want to talk about, are you up to that?" The dark-haired girl questioned, and when he gave a short jerk of his head she stepped into the room. The door, swinging shut behind them made a sharp cracking noise in the still air of the room.

"You don't need to wear that in the house." Naia mumbled, more to herself as she again reached towards the wolf, quickly undoing the collar and leash, holding them in your hand. She still hadn't a name from him yet, and now that her father wasn't about, Naia was interested in getting to know him. Was he as untamed as the auction house had told her? "Do you have a name?" Naia asked cautiously, and she couldn't help but pause "The men at the auction said you suffered some cuts? Do they require medical attention? I can get some gauze and rubbing alcohol. I don't want you to be in pain." The last thing she wanted was for whatever wounds he had to become infected, or grow worse. Naia wondered, while he appeared calm, distant now, was he always like that? They had said he was wild. Untamed. She wondered, to what extent exactly. There was something about his gaze, that didn't seem inherently violent, and the entire time so far he'd been quiet. Not violent. At any rate, Naia didn't exactly feel unsafe around this wolf so far.

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Jax Turner | My innards turn, your eyes they roll; I'll be there to take the fall

He knew that he had Lee in the palm of his hand. Jax knew that he had the power in this meeting, and Lee seemed to realize this too. It was easy to register the shock on her face at Jax's proposal, the confusion and a look of disgust. "What?" Lee questioned her voice dripping with numb venom. That slow, predatory grin once again bloomed on his full lips as his piercing cerulean orbs locked onto hers. "It's simple really Lee. I need a wife, you've struck my interest more than other women, and your father's life is in my hands. Marry me, and he lives a happy, safe, secure life. Marry me, screw me over in anyway- and things get messy for everyone involved." Jax all but purred. The few times he had talked with Mr. Coral, he'd always spoken on his daughter's endless reserve of courage; and Jax could now see it in the woman. Jax half-expected Lee to scoff, and walk out of their meeting. What he didn't expect was for her narrow her gaze, studying him for few minutes.

"Fine." The word was spat, harshly, in a soft hiss. A sort of disbelieving chuckle bubbled past Jax's list. "Come again?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at her from across the desk. "I said, fine. Yes." She spoke again, her voice firm and stiff. Jax felt his grin widen. He'd have someone to settle down with, just as was expected of him. "Well you do me a great honor Lee Coral." There was amusement laced in his deep, masculine tone. "We'll talk terms. Agreements. Rules." Jax dabbled on with that lazy, trademark grin. "Rule number one? Do not betray me Lee. This arrangement will be useful for both of us. Do not attempt to screw me over. Jax warned in a gravely voice. "Second, in the eye of the public, you're to act like any loving wife. The reputation of a family man would help some of my ventures. And keeping good with the public." Jax continued. "Basically respect me, and I'll respect you Lee. And as long as you remember the rules, nothing bad will happen to your father. My word."

Settling back once more into his chair he sighed, gaze sliding towards his bride-to-be. "Is there anything you'd like to add to this contract? Suggestions? Rules?" He asked, listening to her answer and making mental notes of what she said. He wanted this to work out as well as it possibly could. Why shouldn't he? Lee had already showcased her intelligence, her dedication and loyalty. And she didn't have to prove her beauty to anyone. She would make a good wife, but an even better partner Jax had decided. "I'll have my lawyers draw up a contract. You'll sign it before the wedding." There was a note in finality in Jax's voice. He couldn't believe his luck. He hadn't actually put much stock into this idea; and he hoped that it would work. "And consider your father's slate wiped clean wife." Jax grinned. He wanted to get this wedding over with. Wanted something small. Something intimate.

Then he could look a little more legitimate to his partners. More... human. "I'd like to meet with your father. Tell him in person his debts are forgiven. And of course announce our engagement." He was planning now, aloud to his wife-to-be. In the meantime however, he figured it'd be best to get to know one another before exchanging vows. "If you'd like to sit down with one another, we could leave the... office together. There's a coffee house I enjoy going to. It's quiet, cozy. And serve the best coffee on this side of town." Jax suggested. It could be a move that helped foster some trust between them. A place away from his office, surely giving her plenty ideas about his work, away from the rather intimidating security detail he had around. Perhaps she could begin to see that he meant no harm to her. Not really. She was much more useful to Jax alive. He had no desire to hurt her, and perhaps if he could convince that to her this union wouldn't feel so... difficult for either of them.

Asa watched as another male approached the pair. The male didn't seem too happy to have Asa present. The car ride was eerily quiet, but what words could be said? Asa looked intently at the rain as the drops fell off the window. It was like each drop was an intricate piece of a puzzle. Each drop connecting with the next as they created a bigger drop before falling out of Asa's view. Her voice caused him to look back to her. He'd play along, for now. Asa allowed her to remove the mask from his face. As she removed the mask, Asa looked at her smile for a moment, why was she being so kind? Perhaps it was just a ruse. Yeah, that's it.

As silence fell within the vehicle, Asa turned his attention back towards the window. His jaw clenched at the scenery, so far away from the woods, so far away from what he deemed normalcy. If he was so far away from the humans, why did they go out of their way to capture his kind? Fear of the unknown, he figured. Why learn about something when one could attempt to control it? The realization then hit Asa, he was just like the character from the book his mother always read to him; he was Moby Dick.

Asa looked up as he stood in front of the massive mansion before glancing around, looking into the depths of night. His attention was brought back to center, as the girl's, he presumed, father spoke. ' Ruckus?' Asa thought to himself with an inward eyeroll. Water was then heard. The sound caused Asa to raise an eyebrow before looking around again. It was just a fountain. Not knowing what was in store for the young male, Asa decided to try and make the best of the situation. The girl seemed to not be as up tight as her father. Perhaps Asa got lucky.

She spoke. Announcing that if the duo stayed outside for much longer, they'd might freeze, or that Asa would get worse. Asa hadn't payed any attention to the air until she had said something. He gave a light nod before taking a small step forward, waiting until she led the way, then he followed suit. Asa looked around the house as they traveled through the establishment. He pondered what exactly was he in for.

At first, Asa had planned on running as soon as he got the chance, but with this new part of the world, he knew he wouldn't get very far. The girl spoke, saying that if Asa had needed anything, to just call out for her. As she questioned if she could play trivia with him, Asa gave a light nod in agreement. He then jumped slightly as the door closed behind them, the sharp noise filling the air. Asa looked towards the door with a raised eyebrow before looking back to he girl.

As her hands came up to remove the leash and collar, Asa studied her carefully. He, at that moment, didn't expect her to harm him, but he was still cautious nonetheless. As the collar was released from his neck, Asa brought a hand up and gently rubbed his neck. Her set of questions made it seem as though she were interested, not only in his well being but him in general. Asa pondered for a moment, perhaps this was how it all began? The humans were kind to the wolves, humans learning just the basics about their wolves so they have something to talk about at dinner parties. Perhaps.

Asa's fingers twitched at his sides, unsure what he should do with his hands in that moment. His mind cycled back to her first question. "Lang." He spoke lowly before ceasing. It was abnormal to hear his own voice. He hadn't heard it aloud in so long. The male had been in his head for such a long time he forgot he had a voice. "Asa Lang. " He continued. His eyes then traveled from hers to the various detail of the paint on the walls, mentally taking note of the room's furnishings and features. Turning his attention back towards her, Asa looked into her gaze as she made mention of his health. "They're fine. " He said. In his mind he could hear his mother reprimanding him in regards to his manners, "Thank you, though. " He then added softly. He felt he didn't need to be kind to humans, at least not to some. But this particular one has so far shown Asa humans in a new light.

Lee would play along for now, until her father's debt would be payed. It is just pretend after all. She figured they'd be going thier separate ways before the year was over. Lee then raised an eyebrow as he spoke. 'Come again?' She heard him say. Was he hard of hearing? Surely this man couldn't be that conceited, right? "I said fine, yes." She repeated with a roll of her eyes.

Now there were rules? Lee didn't understand what more needed to be stated, seeing as the basics were already covered. However, she still listened to what he had to say. Lee did have plans to be someone's wife one day, however, she didn't expect to inwardly cringe when one would speak on her husband.

When he asked if she had any rules, Lee nodded her head. "Yes actually. Behind closed doors, we are just as separate as day and night. Seeing as this," she paused for a moment, looking for the right words. "arrangement, is just for show. Going our separate ways within house won't be so challenging, right?"

Lee's eyebrows furrowed as he said that he was going to speak with her father about their agreement. She knew her father was going to be upset, she knew he'd try to convince her to not go through with this, but what else could be done? Turner's voice brought her attention back to him as he spoke of a coffee house, and them getting to know one another. A quick mock laugh came out of her mouth as he spoke. "Do I really have a choice in going with you?" She pondered.