[i] "You could say that I am not exactly fond of the idea of having a babysitter."[/i]

“Oooh. Aren’t you the entitled one,” Spencer muttered, his voice held with hidden venom. However, as he walked through the opening chambers, an idea formed in his head and he led them down a second corridor.

A few more steps, and the both of them were in a new location. It looked to be some sort of training ground. Spencer stepped back, waving his arm to try and give the new place some much needed justice.

“Care for a sparring match Cyrias? You know, a little something to prove to me you’re worth my time?”

He grinned innocently.

Melody saw Jackson’s distressed face and ran over to her. “Miss, Jackson,” she said. “I know this seems too much right now…but trust me, it will get better. I want to help you. I want to…help you hunt down the one who did this to you.”