[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B0C4DE]Avery Zain[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#B0C4DE]Location:[/color][/b] Restaurant – Chicago, IL 
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I snort, rolling my eyes and ready to interject, when Kimiko cuts me off. I frown at her, watching her eat.

I looked down at my own plate, suddenly not feeling hungry. This woman was infuriating. Her words don't match her intentions and her intentions didn't match her words. I couldn't get a proper read on her and it was starting to piss me off.

I was always good at reading people and what they wanted. It was one of the reasons why I made a good bodyguard for Caden and his people; why he made me a driver. I saw and understood things that others didn't but Kimiko, she was a gods damn enigma. She wanted to get to know me just because? That didn't make any bloody sense. 

I eventually cut into my ham, glaring at the piece of meat like it had personally offended me. I eat in silence, tired of conversation.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Home – Chicago, IL
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I held Nero for as long as they allowed me to, encouraging them to let go, to cry it out, and reminding them they were safe now. Grief came in many different ways, and this was just one of those ways. I couldn't imagine Nero's pain, and the images they shared with me flashed through my mind. Every time I saw the child of Lucifer, my arms tightened on Nero and I could feel the fire inside me grow. It didn't get out of control like yesterday, but there was this understanding that if the creature still lived, the dragon and I would see an end to it. Then the visions would move and I would see Nero. 

My hold on them would soften at these points and I'd start whispering words of praise and adoration in every language I knew in an effort to rewrite the words of pain and hatred no doubt etched into their very soul.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b]  – Chicago, IL 
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I take Nic's hand and step out of the SUV. Part of me wants to stop and kiss him, but I can't. Part of me also feels like this man is trying to ruin me for anyone else. It's been a long time since I've been this doted on and paid attention to.

We walk up the front steps of the building and open the door to the business. I look around and feel a chill that isn't from an AC. Pictures are scattered on the walls of what I assume to be previous projects Mr Scott has restored. I came across the Hindu Temple fountain. Now that I know what I'm looking for, I can clearly see the gem in one but not the other.