"Amara!" a female voice demanded in French over the phone. "You should tell me these things sooner!"
"Oh my gosh Shay," Amara responded, with a wince from her friend's tone and a small smile anyway, "it just happened!"
"No, it did not 'just' happen, it was planned and I was not informed."
Amara rolled her eyes, leaning back in the seat in the café. "Technically, Milo planned it. I didn't even find out about it until I was working, you know."
Shay huffed over the phone. "Well; I guess I'll save my tirade for him then. But still."
Amara chuckled. "Why the big deal? You know I usually don't tell you about meeting people until at least the second time, unless craziness happens."
"Um, you met outside of the police station, he kissed your hand, and he speaks Arabic. Not only that, but he wasn't a total creep about it. I think that's pretty crazy."
Amara giggled. "It was 5 AM! I wasn't going to text you then!"
"I would have seen it when I got up."
"And called me in the middle of work."
"Not necessarily."
"Okay, messaged me a storm."
Shay made some indecisive noises.
Amara laughed again. "Well now you know."
"Okay, fine. So how does he seem now that you've talked with him a bit? Do you think he's telling the truth? Do you know when you're going to go on another date?"
"Shay! Geez, I don't know." She smiled. "I told him to text me, so whenever he does that, I guess."
"You know this goes both ways right?"
"Shay, I just met him. Technically today."
"I know," Shay drawled, "but it's been a while since I've heard you this excited about someone."
Amara blinked. "Really?"
"Yes!"
She sipped the milkshake Declan had left behind thoughtfully. When was the last time she had really been interested in someone? "Well, it's still just one day so far. We'll see how it goes."
"Soooo are you going to text him?"
"Eventually. He said he was busy today, which was why he ran off."
"Are you going to ask him out?"
"Shay! Yes! Eventually!" Amara laughed. "Though technically, I kind-of already have. I told him to let me know whenever he's up to exploring parties. Although that reminds me, help me keep an eye out for something fun that won't scare him too much. He's never been to a rave or club before, at least not that I gathered."
Shay gasped. "Oh. This will be fixed. I'll text you when I've found something."
"Thanks."
"And I can help with cost if it's ticketed, too."
"What? No, you don't—"
"Amara, I want to meet this boy. If for no other reason than to congratulate him on making your post-police day better. They really need to stop profiling so much."
"Shay, I wasn't arrested."
"Were you covered in paint?"
"Yes."
"See?"
Amara sighed. "Shay, I'm not arguing, but I wasn't the only one detained." She had been detained a bit longer, but she wouldn't mention that to Shay. Usually, Amara didn't mind complaining to her friend, but Shay had become more of an activist lately and Amara didn't want to deal with that. She could deal with her own problems, even if they weren't her fault.
"Well, take names next time," Shay chided.
"Sure."
"Really! You aren't the only one affected by this, you know."
"Alright. Sorry, I know."
"Okay." Shay loosened up again. "Now, go do some stretches or something. You probably need it after that rave and work."
"Yeah. After I finish this shake, in a bit."
"Oh? What happened to your moccaccino?"
Amara shrugged. "It's mostly done. But Declan left his shake behind, and it's chocolate."
Shay chuckled. "Right. I'll talk to you later lovely."
"Bye beautiful."
They hung up, and Amara drew on the dregs of the shake. Was she not usually this happy? She didn't feel especially different. Maybe Shay was reading too much into things. Or maybe it had just been a long time since Amara called to talk about someone and not complained about them. Probably the latter. She decided that would change, starting with Declan. However long he stayed, she would be happy about it. She didn't think that would be a problem. Even after the fact, though, she wanted to keep it positive. She wondered how long he would stay.
She blinked. It had been one day. She was already thinking in terms of length? She shook her head; no. He was definitely an immediate friend, and interested in more. But she wouldn't speculate on anything more until after he had been to a party. Not that those were exceptionally good places to get to know people, but they were a way to spend time with friends.
And if he should happen to show up in the meantime as well, she wouldn't discourage him, either. She smiled to herself, took care of her cups, and left.
"Are you sure?" Declan asked again as he juggled his phone and a pan over the stove. The phone against his ear, and the pan over the stove, that was. He hadn't put his Bluetooth on before deciding that he would call Dupontin the middle of cooking the next day. Dupontwas already back at his home before Declan was even up. "Because I already have the food together. Mostly. I just would need to bring—"A chuckle over the line interrupted him. "I assure you, Declan, I am just fine. Your meals the other day were more than enough, for both me and the gendarmes. I am already home, and am looking forward to making something for myself, something simple."
"I can do simple," Declan argued as he put the pan down and turned off the heat, then stirred a pot. He nearly lost the phone in the process, but saved it and put it up against his ear again in less than a second.
Dupont laughed at him again, rudely. No, not really rudely, Dupont could laugh without being rude about it. It was more of a soft, grandfatherly chuckle, if anything. "Only if you are forced to, my boy. I won't do that to you."
Declan still pouted. "But I could just bring it to your house. I wouldn't even have to stay if you didn't want."
"No, no, though I thank you for the offer. Save it for another time, or share it with someone else. Is Hugo around?"
"Dad's out with Lou." Lou was Hugo's seeing-eye dog. "They won't be back for a while."
"Well, I'm sure he'd appreciate it anyway."
Declan huffed a little. His dad was used to Declan's random cooking splurges. Appreciation was one word, but Declan wanted to cook for someone else. Although… there was someone else that he could probably share it with. Declan grinned. "Yes I'm sure he would. I will leave him some of it in the fridge. Thank you, Peluche, and I hope you enjoy your simple meal that you made yourself, even if it is boring. I will bring you more food another time."
He barely waited for the good-hearted goodbye before making another call. He took the pan off the stove while it rang. He got some sealed plasticware out; he preferred the ceramic containers but they were heavier and he would be carrying them on a bus. He looked at the plastic critically, then put them back and got out some ceramic containers anyway. That was what saranwrap was for. He would just have to be careful with the packing.
"Hello?"
"Hello!" he said, then switched to Arabic. "Hello. What are you doing right now? Do you like chicken?"
"Ahm," Amara stalled. He could hear her smile over the phone, if a bit confusedly. "I'm working, but yeah. Why?" She was using Arabic now, too.
He grinned. "Do you have a break in the next hour or two? I have food that I have cooked that I know you would enjoy."
She scoffed. "Oh?"
"Yes. So do you have a break? Or do you want to wait until later? As in later today because I really think it would be best to have it today. Unless you don't want it, but that would be a sad loss on your part. For the food. It really tastes best soonest after cooking; as much as you can, anyway." He was dishing up food anyway.
"Yes, I do have a break soon. Just… are you bringing it with you?"
"Yes."
"Okay, don't come in the front with it. There's a back door; I'll meet you there."
His heart fluttered a bit. "Yes. Secret meeting by the back door; got it."
Amara giggled. "It's not secret, just at the back..."
Declan nodded, nearly making the phone drop again but catching it and himself. He set down the pot and readjusted the phone, pretending like nothing had happened, then put the other portions in. He had held off mixing everything for Dupontbecause the man couldn't handle spices as much as he and his father could, but chicken masala tasted better when the chicken had been in the masala for longer. He didn't have time to remake it, but he could at least let it marinade on the way over.
"Declan?"
"Yes. Be there," he said quickly. "I will see you then. Definitely. I— will see you."
"You said that."
"Yes. And I will. Goodbye Miss Amara." He hung up to the sound of her laughter.
He finally put the phone away and made sure that he had everything together. He was going to make the best of this that he could, even if she was on a time limit break, and he hadn't planned on doing this for Amara, or he would have spent even more time on it than for Peluche. And he wasn't sure if she even liked spicy food. He swallowed. Surely she did. It seemed impossible that she didn't. But how spicy? He looked at the food, then put another helping of his hummus in a side container. Just in case. Because he just remembered that he had spiked the masala with extra spices for the gendarmes.
Amara washed her hands briefly. "Hey I've clocked out for break for an hour," she said to Don.He gave her a nod. "Don't forget for too long, alright?"She rolled her eyes with a smile. "I will watch the time.""Hey," Milo said genially as he strolled in from the front, picking up some more deliveries. "There's some shady character with a backpack out back."Amara elbowed him. "Be nice." Their back door wasn't exactly unknown to the neighborhood, although it was likely Declan he was talking about."Well he wasn't exactly kind in return, you know!" Milo returned, offended.She wasn't sure if he actually was serious or not. "Oh?""Yeah; I yelled at him, and he yelled right back."Amara pursed her lips, relaxing again. "Well duh; everyone yells at you.""Only because everybody wants me." He sang the last bit a little and grinned at her as he picked up the boxes to go.Amara would have shoved him if he hadn't been holding the boxes, and she knew he knew it. She rolled her eyes. "Yes, to l
Amara grabbed her headset, then closed the door to the room she shared with some of her cousins. She was the only one in there, for now, and it would stay like that for at least an hour. She had her time to Skype Asher, her cousin back in Morocco. Even though they spoke in Arabic, and hardly any of her cousins even had a partial grasp on the language, the closed door made her feel better, more secure in talking.It rang, and before long she saw her cousin's face briefly freeze on the screen before moving again. "Hello!" he said cheerfully, waving.She grinned. "Hey! How are you?" Asher honestly felt more like a brother to her than a cousin; they had grown up together after his parents died. In some ways, they were even closer than she was with her actual brothers, but that may have been an age thing. Asher was just a year older than her, while her brothers were both at least four years younger."Good, great to see you again. Well, in a way." He chuckled."Yeah, sorry about last time,"
Declan looked at himself in the mirror, unsure. He'd never been to a rave before. Never known what to dress in for one. So he wore all white, old skinny jeans he didn't use because he had new ones now, and a simple V-neck T-shirt. He gelled his hair into fashionably messy, and tied a purple checkered black scarf around his neck. Black shoes on his feet, he set out to the little area they were meeting in to go to the dance together.Amara showed up in tight capris and a tank, light cream that had obviously seen some paint before, though almost in a deliberate way, paired with a very thin grey cropped tee that hung loose over her. The paint looked slightly dulled, but still worked in the outfit. A long, plain gold necklace fell down over the shirt, accenting in a simple yet effective way. She wore flats, which also looked as if they'd been through a bit, but in a fashionably distressed sort of way. She grinned at him, small purse over her shoulder. "Don't you look fancy.""I don't sweat
A week and a half later, and Declan met up with Amara at the shopping district. They'd been texting, talking, meeting up every couple of days; thankfully he could afford the frequent bus travel. They spent some time window-shopping, laughing, and now eating lunch at a cafe. His choice, of course; and tab. Hhe didn't seem to mind."So what sort of fancy all-night joint do you work at, anyway?" Amara asked.Declan gave her a sheepish grin and swallowed. "It's a cooking job. I cook. But they work odd hours and so I supply food for them when they work their odd hours which gives me odd hours in return."Amara swallowed her food. "Alright. Did you just happen to find it randomly?" She gestured with her utensil."Well… um. Sort of. It's a long story." He looked around, never sure if people around him were going to overhear or not. If they cared. If it mattered. He swallowed and bit his lip. "It wasn't random, not really.""Sooo… what?" she inquired, completely unphased by his shiftiness. "Y
The second Declan stepped into the club, something was off. The music too loud, the lights too bright, too many looked at Amara, tense, and squeezed her hand. Amara didn't really seem to notice, or rather, if she did she didn't think much of it. She just squeezed his hand back with an energetic smile and started into the crowd a little. He swallowed. He could do this, just breathe. Breathe. He could do that. Declan followed her in and let his body respond to hers. Amara stayed close, but only ever brushing him, having too much fun swaying and swinging around, hands in the air at times. Declan swallowed and tried to focus on something, anything, but just holding her hand wasn't currently enough, and Shay was dancing with another group right next to him. He swallowed and tried to ignore the strobe light, all of his movements jerky and off.Amara finally seemed to notice after forever, and she toned down her moves, moved closer to him. "You okay?" she asked. "Want some water?"He nodded.
Declan had argued that going to Paris under the Tour Eiffel was the best place to reconcile. However, Milo and Shay had vehemently - repeatedly - said that no, it was not a good idea. The only reason Declan had ceded was because Milo eventually admitted that Amara hated trains, especially trips that took over an hour. They had all agreed on Parc de la Tête d'Or and its cafe on the back left corner. An open-air cafe.Amara was already stewing over a hardly-touched drink of some kind, deliberately keeping her eyes down and unaware of much else around her. Despite the somehow-perfect temperature, the slight evening breeze, the beautiful park. She glanced at her phone now and then, but that was all.With utmost caution, Declan approached her. When he was a foot away, he could feel the anger coming off her in scorching waves like the heat off a fresh mug of coffee. He gulped, loud enough for Amara to hear him.She paused, then looked up at him from her seat. Her expression was nearly unrea
Declan was really making progress repairing things; he'd even invited her to come to work with him. Even though he still hadn't given her a name to the place, or his employer, or coworkers. But she did want to work on trusting him more. And he worked at night, while she worked during the day; it was almost easier to set up that than a normal date. And now here they were, walking hand-in-hand down a street in the lamplight. Amara was both excited and nervous. Her tiredness from the day didn't really matter for the next few hours. She wasn't going to miss out on this."So, I get really snappy, critical, judgemental, and straight out cruel in my- the kitchen. It's stressful, hectic, rushing rushing rushing, and exhausting." Declan grinned and squeezed her hand. "It's also beautiful, spicy, serene, and the best place on earth. Sure you want to come? I am not at my best. The intensity is very heated."Amara nodded. "I- understand. Sometimes it can get like that in rehearLeylas, practice, a
The knock on the door surprised her.Declan pulled away and went to the door, instantly grinning as he opened it. She could hear it in his voice. "Pelouche! Father! No Max?""No," said an older man's voice, "I'm helping this afternoon. Max is probably taking a well-earned nap."She wasn't sure if the voice she was hearing was Hugo or Msr. Pelouche, and for some reason just that alone brought her panic rising again. Chiding herself, she took another breath and calmed, fixed her hair a little, and went around into the entryway hall, putting a calming, welcoming smile on. It was like a performance, but no dancing to get her nerves out, and no space between her and the audience.Declan was laughing and hugging two older men, one looking in his 60s though the cane added on to that, and the other looking indeterminably older. Not much, but a bit. Hugo must be the one with the cane. Slight irritation with Declan surfaced and helped her focus again, and she pushed it away for the time as she
It was a week and a half later, but Amara did manage to see Declan again. She'd been cooperative, enough. More than usual, actually. Because she didn't have the energy to fight as much. Or the will. Oh, she wanted to. But the fire behind it all was losing strength. That was probably the real reason Lucas was allowing her to see Declan; she was hardly even dancing lately.Declan was cooking now. Her stomach still churned at the thought of food, but she could deal with it to see Declan. And cooking was a way he dealt with stress, with life, with anything. If she could see him smile again, that would help her.She was escorted to a door to the kitchen, and allowed to open it herself. Declan was on his own, and didn't even notice anyone else existed. He had things on a stove, things on a chopping board, probably had some things scattered in places he'd forgotten about for the moment. And he had a spoon, was singing to it off-key as he danced between his work stations. Anyone else there wo
Declan sat in the chair, eyes closed, shaking. Nyxen had asked a question. Something about how he was feeling, how the evening went the previous night. In one word, horrible. Declan couldn't even stand to think about it, though his nightmares had been about the marriage night with Serenius. Declan shuddered and clenched his fists. Nyxen could read body language. Therefore, Declan let his actions speak louder than words ever could.Nyxen was quiet for a bit, maybe writing. "Was there anything positive you can think of? Even just one thing?""Amara looked absolutely stunning. Dupont was there. The food was delightful. I had gorgeous clothes on, so soft. I was able to dance. I got to help Amara get ready. I got a head massage." Declan opened his eyes and looked up at Nyxen, slowly unclenching his fists.Nyxen nodded encouragingly. "Good, that's quite a few things. Why were they good for you?""Amara sparkled. I didn't think that was possible in here. That was wonderful to see. Dancing, w
Amara woke up, on her bed, hearing a soothing tone of baladi music in the background. Relaxing. What? She had been angry... And she was sore—Dancing. Lucas. Declan. Serenius.Anger flaring, she jolted upright."Careful. The dosage my father gave you may have been off. You could be dizzy." Aurora."Yeah, really?" she snarked. Aurora. Amara did feel dizzy but she swung her legs over anyway, not about to stay down.Aurora sighed. "Your funeral. There's a thermos of hot chocolate for you."Amara scoffed at her and stood, and instantly fell to the ground, swearing."Do you want help?"She didn't have time for this. She exclaimed and kicked out, somehow not hitting anything. She exhaled irately. "Where."Aurora sighed and knelt in front of her on one knee, hand held out. "C'mon. Up you get. Back on the bed. I'll bring it over."Amara took her hand and pulled herself up, standing with the soreness which woke her more, but did not help the dizziness. She scowled. "Where is he?" she got out t
Amara had socialized and avoided the food, even though it looked amazing, but she did not avoid a bit of dancing here and there. It was wonderful, and the only thing really missing was Declan. Who should be there and was and she knew it. And she wanted to see him. And not. But not— She did. And she missed him and she didn't want to think about things— It was fine.She breathed out. Really, as soon as she actually saw him, it would be fine."Nienie!" Arms wrapped around her, warm arms, young arms, tight and muscled, attached to a young, fit torso and a voice that made her [body plus verb]. Declan. "Nienie," Declan whispered, voice terse, likely at breaking point and trying not to because they were in a room full of villains.She relaxed into his arms anyway. "Declan." She moved her head back and rested it against him, realizing that even without seeing him he could comfort her, help her. He was amazing and wonderful and she had missed him."You're alive. I-I missed you."She grinned ag
Eventually, Lucas came and escorted Amara to the ballroom. She was in a good enough mood that she almost didn't mind. She could certainly pretend it was a fine time, though. She entered the ballroom, smiling, and immediately was set upon by Lucas introducing her to scores of famous people. Dancers, actors, actresses... some of them she only knew from magazines, some she knew from movies or shows. Some she knew had been in various theaters. She never expected to ever even see them in real life though, let alone meet them.Lucas continued the introductions for a short time, and then left her on her own. She started to panic a little, but the people were very friendly, and those who weren't didn't stick around to sour the mood.After at least a half hour or more of this, her head was reeling. She loved it, but it was a lot. Laughing, wishing she had something for autographs, wishing she knew where Declan was... but knowing he was there, probably meeting actors and maybe even chefs. Amara
The time for the ball had finally, finally, come. Amara hated the fact that Lucas was willing and able to flaunt his power like this... but it was a chance to see other people. Possibly a chance to escape. Although, she didn't want a repeat of what had happened with Milo... She hoped he was recovering alright.Maybe it would be better to just play along and participate in the stupid flaunting Lucas wanted, and maybe he would be more lenient later. Either way, he hadn't asked her to choreograph another piece; that was one less pressure to worry about. Since Declan would be there, she could focus on him, simply dance in the moment, talk with people... forget that she was trapped for at least a short time.Knocking came at her door. "Amara!" Declan. "Amara Amara Amara Amara! The door's open, just open it! Amara!"She was at the door, but hesitated taking the handle. It was always locked, and sometimes shock-enabled. But Declan's voice spurred her to take it, and miraculously it was safe.
Declan paced around his room, heart beating quickly. Nyxen had said that they might be able to go through Declan's cooking method. Which meant shopping. Fresh air. A taste of freedom. Nyxen hadn't come yet. Which worried Declan. If the man took any longer, he'd have less time outside.A knock came at the door.Nyxen. Instantly, Declan opened the door and waited, breath held for the verdict."Can we?"Nyxen smiled at him and gave a small head nod. "Have your list?"Without thinking, Declan hugged Nyxen, tightly, nodding on his shoulder, throat to filled with gratitude to answer verbally.Nyxen tensed, set his hands on Declan's arms, and firmly pulled him off."I am sorry, sir. Very unprofessional. Shall we go?"Declan grinned and skipped. Nyxen walked so quickly, skipping didn't even upset their pace. "How'd you do it?""What?" Nyxen asked flatly."Never mind. I didn't know you hated hugs. Thank you for not murdering me when I gave you one." Declan was walking now; skipping, apparently
Amara was sitting in the damn chair again. It had been five days since Milo had been captured, sent home. She'd been allowed a brief texted picture to see that he was, during the day she'd spent recovering with Declan. She'd had two sessions, or attempted sessions, with Doctor Nyxen since then. The first she'd cowered, cried, swore, accused, and ended up on the floor under his hands again. The second, she'd been compliant and listened to his words, advice, treatments.She wasn't sure what to do now. She couldn't stand being so… non active, easy to deal with. Especially when nothing she did seemed to make a difference to him anyway. She fought; he subdued her. She cowered; he coerced her. She sat there numbly; he prodded her into some sort of reaction. It was ridiculous. Her legs bobbed madly as she looked down, up, around, everywhere. And since when was he late to a session?Suddenly Nyxen was in the room, by the door; apparently slipped in soundlessly. Amara actually jumped when she
Milo hurried through the halls, heedless of anything else, though he did slow uncertainly as they approached doorways. "Left?" he nodded, not stopping. "Five more," he muttered as he passed Milo. No way was he letting another chance slip by. He reached the door, pounded on it. "Amara!"It was quiet on the other side of the door. He kept pounding as Milo nearly collided with him. "Amara!"Finally, he heard her muffled voice on the other side of the door. "Declan?""Amara!" Milo called as well."Milo?" Amara said, a mixture of confusion and shock."Amara which side of th-""Milo!" Amara interrupted, fury in her voice. "What are you doing here?!""Side of the door!" Milo pressed. "Left or right? Which is open?""Milo you- you get out of here right now," she continued, threatening."He tried to rescue you, Sheeds," Declan panted. "The best we can do for him, and ourselves, is to get out. Together." He grinned at her through the wall even if Amara couldn't hear it. She could probably hear it