It would be very interesting to see how Gage would react it if Ella got abducted. Or maybe even seriously hurt. Or combine the two? I don't know, it'd be fun to see how he handled it all.

Trevor walked into the room where Gage was, and for the first time, he looked genuinely scared. Trevor had never been scared before. “Gage, don’t freak out about what I’m about to tell you, okay?” Gage’s eyes locked on him, silent but demanding Trevor to get it out. “Ella was abducted,” Trevor said slowly. For a moment, Gage just stared at him. He could have hit him, he wanted to but instead, he sucked in a sharp breath, his chest rising and falling too fast, the sound edging on hyperventilation. "We will find her, I swear." Trevor swore.

Gage was halfway to the door, when Giovanni stepped in his path. Before he could reach for the handle, Giovanni’s hand caught his arm in a firm grip. “No,” Giovanni said, voice low. “You stay here.”

Gage jerked slightly, anger and panic twisting together in his chest. “She’s out there, Gio--” The rim of his eyes were red but no tears, they were on the verge of falling. "We already have scouts looking for her. The last thing we need is you going out there and doing something reckless."

Shoving out of his grip Gage screamed so loud that both Giovanni and Trevor got started. For hours they waited. It was until Trevor had gotten a call from one of the guards, "They found her. She's in medical." Without even asking, Gage followed Trevor but not before the car was double checked having Gage wait nearly breathless.

Arriving at Medical Gage nearly shoved everyone out of the way until he was stopped again. Pushed against the wall. Being informed that Ella was seriously injured and to prepare himself. Gage had taken a breath, "I'm fine." Assuring them that he was okay and that he needed to see his fiance. "Impediscimi di rivedere il mio fidanzato e ti sparo." [Stop me from seeing my fiance again, and I will shoot you.] After adjusting himself he had opened the door at the sight of Ella in that bed. Taking the rolling desk chair he sat in it pulling close to her side. "Hi Baby.." He said softly.

It was 3 am by the time that Azriel had closed up his bar and made it home. He hung his coat by the door and wandered into his daughter's room, kissing her forehead before going into the bedroom he shared with his wife. He smiled as he saw her snuggled up in bed, leaning in to kiss her forehead as well, "I'm home babe," he murmured.

[INTERRUPT] [Jasper & Aria]

Jasper felt that he was on a bit of a role with what he was saying. He'd put everything on the line. "I love you Aria, and I spent every moment trying to get back to you. The long nights, you were what got me through them. I want to turn my life around, I want to be a better version of myself because of you. I want us to both grow and be better versions of ourselves, to turn things around. We could both get clean, start over, do better. Together I think we can ----." He mumbled before she cut him off.

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SNOW WHITE: jade trinket boxes. taste of iron. fingertips on a mirror. yellow and green with envy. long handled hunting knives. sewing by the window. combs laced with pearls and poison. an apple white one side and red the other. white doves. frosted glass.

THE MAIDEN WITHOUT HANDS: a blunt axe. a ring of chalk. tear-stained cheeks. sweet pears. hands tied behind back. shallow rivers. aching feet, walking for days. flowing gowns. liquid silver. wax seals. blinding lights.

THE THREE LITTLE GNOMES IN THE FOREST: lukewarm bath water. sapphire butterflies. tiny milk snakes. baskets of strawberries. fat toads. sparkling snow. fur cloaks. raw gemstones. kettles made of copper. red wine. a tiny cottage in the middle of nowhere.

BLUE BEARD: a tiny key made of gold. pools of blood. stains that won’t rub away. galloping hooves. treasures from far away lands. dragged by the hair. dark and damp cellars. marble walls. shivering with fear. screaming at the top of your lungs.

THE SIX SWANS: sitting side-saddle. daughter of a witch. nettles. white feathers. refusing to smile. needles and threads. a castle in the forest. sound of beating wings. birthmarks. climbing trees. balls of yarn. silver crowns.

LITTLE RED CAP: wildflowers. rich-tasting cake. wicker baskets. the path rarely trod. sharp teeth. curtains drawn. a dying fireplace. grey pelts. red velvet. handmade quilts. sunlight peeking through branches. opening corks with a satisfying pop. looking someone directly in the eye.

SNOW WHITE: jade trinket boxes. taste of iron. fingertips on a mirror. yellow and green with envy. long handled hunting knives. sewing by the window. combs laced with pearls and poison. an apple white one side and red the other. white doves. frosted glass.

THE MAIDEN WITHOUT HANDS: a blunt axe. a ring of chalk. tear-stained cheeks. sweet pears. hands tied behind back. shallow rivers. aching feet, walking for days. flowing gowns. liquid silver. wax seals. blinding lights.

THE THREE LITTLE GNOMES IN THE FOREST: lukewarm bath water. sapphire butterflies. tiny milk snakes. baskets of strawberries. fat toads. sparkling snow. fur cloaks. raw gemstones. kettles made of copper. red wine. a tiny cottage in the middle of nowhere.

BLUE BEARD: a tiny key made of gold. pools of blood. stains that won’t rub away. galloping hooves. treasures from far away lands. dragged by the hair. dark and damp cellars. marble walls. shivering with fear. screaming at the top of your lungs.

THE SIX SWANS: sitting side-saddle. daughter of a witch. nettles. white feathers. refusing to smile. needles and threads. a castle in the forest. sound of beating wings. birthmarks. climbing trees. balls of yarn. silver crowns.

LITTLE RED CAP: wildflowers. rich-tasting cake. wicker baskets. the path rarely trod. sharp teeth. curtains drawn. a dying fireplace. grey pelts. red velvet. handmade quilts. sunlight peeking through branches. opening corks with a satisfying pop. looking someone directly in the eye.

SNOW WHITE: jade trinket boxes. taste of iron. fingertips on a mirror. yellow and green with envy. long handled hunting knives. sewing by the window. combs laced with pearls and poison. an apple white one side and red the other. white doves. frosted glass.

THE MAIDEN WITHOUT HANDS: a blunt axe. a ring of chalk. tear-stained cheeks. sweet pears. hands tied behind back. shallow rivers. aching feet, walking for days. flowing gowns. liquid silver. wax seals. blinding lights.

THE THREE LITTLE GNOMES IN THE FOREST: lukewarm bath water. sapphire butterflies. tiny milk snakes. baskets of strawberries. fat toads. sparkling snow. fur cloaks. raw gemstones. kettles made of copper. red wine. a tiny cottage in the middle of nowhere.

BLUE BEARD: a tiny key made of gold. pools of blood. stains that won’t rub away. galloping hooves. treasures from far away lands. dragged by the hair. dark and damp cellars. marble walls. shivering with fear. screaming at the top of your lungs.

THE SIX SWANS: sitting side-saddle. daughter of a witch. nettles. white feathers. refusing to smile. needles and threads. a castle in the forest. sound of beating wings. birthmarks. climbing trees. balls of yarn. silver crowns.

The sound of her throwing up yanked him out of sleep. He didn’t even fully register it at first — just the echo, the ache of it, the way the silence in the bedroom suddenly felt too sharp. He was moving before he could think, the sheets pulled off half the bed in his scramble, socked feet catching the edge of the hallway rug as he made it to the bathroom door.

It was cracked open. Fluorescent light bleeding through like a wound. He pushed it wider with his shoulder. ❝Hey —❞ His voice caught, too soft, too late. Forgetting she can't hear him.

She was already on her knees, hunched over the toilet, the back of her tank top clinging damp to her spine. Her shoulders heaved with the force of it, trembling through the effort. He dropped down beside her without thinking, one hand brushing her hair back with careful fingers, the other steadying her waist. Muscle memory. A practiced instinct. He shouldn't know it so well.

But he did. The scent of bile, the way her body jerked forward, the way she swallowed down tears even in this — he knew it. Too well. It sunk into his bones like something he’d lived before. And then it hit.

Not just deja vu. Not just recognition. Something deeper. He wasn’t in the bathroom anymore. He was younger. Colder. Hands bleeding from punching a wall he couldn’t break through. She was in his arms then too, just like this, coughing through sobs she hadn’t meant to let slip. The tile had been darker. The room silent except for them, somewhere far away from help. From anyone. He could smell mildew. Blood. Her skin had been clammy. He'd been terrified. They had both been terrified.

Gage looked back at his girlfriend. "Do I get a gun?" The thought of walking into whatever mess they were heading for without a weapon didn’t sit right. Maybe the storm was nothing and just a precaution to keep his head up.

Test Muse: Conrad Vance

Negotiator for Illicit Enterprises & 2nd hand boss

“You asked for my help once, and you come crawling back.” he muttered hiding his grin. His voice was rough and rasp. “What is it this time, sweetheart? Another mess you can’t clean up without getting your hands dirty?”

"You don't have to ask me twice."