"Alexandria! Why are you so relaxed about opening the door! We could have been anyone and you just opened the door and stepped aside!" Brandon yelled at me. He looked furious.

Stepping past him and into the hall, without saying anything, I motioned to four different areas in the hall, including just above my door. All eyes followed my hand as I indicated the areas, before they followed me back into the apartment.

"Those cameras are linked back to my phone, so I made sure there was no one else lingering and that I knew who was at the door before opening it. Besides, If you were here to hurt me, you wouldn't have knocked." I said.

"She has a point" Marc said, finally speaking up. "Plus she does have a gun in her hand. I am sure if we posed a threat, either her or Raven would have shot the two of us. But Brandon also has a point. What made you so sure it was us?"

"You were both as nervous as Raven was about what was happening around you. You shifted views toward the cameras at each end of the hall without even knowing they were there. You were uncomfortable being that exposed and that is how I knew it was you. It was an added bonus that you both have such unique eyes. Even if someone had been able to replicate your appearances, the second that door opened, their eyes would have given them away." I stated.

"Mark's eyes are pretty unique, but mine are nothing special." Brandon countered.

"I beg to differ. They are a brilliant shade of cerulean blue, masking just enough sadness to dull their shine. There is still some light in there, though. Just enough to let me know that you will be alright, there is still hope buried somewhere inside." Seeing how uncomfortable Brandon was starting to look, I decided to change the subject. "Raven cooked dinner. I assume you are both here for a reason so why not stay to eat?"

"Actually, after we eat, Raven will need to go. Both Phil and Axel have decided it is time for him to resurface and play the part of panicked husband searching for his wife. We also managed to get hold of an aeroplane hangar set for demolition that he can blow up. The paperwork has been done to have it transferred into both of your names. Speaking of, we have a set of documents here for you. Phil said these were the ones to work with for now." Marc grinned like he was part of some monumental inside joke the rest of us were waiting to hear.

Taking the documents from him, along with the bottle of vodka they brought with them, I looked at the documents that Phil had sent over. My new documents had me listed as Stephanie Anne Ravenstahl. In my hand I held a birth certificate, driver's licence, passport and a marriage certificate suggesting a union between Raven and myself - the only thing missing from it was our signatures. Grabbing a pen, I signed the certificate and handed it to Raven.

"Technically this isn't legally binding, but it is handy to have all bases covered if someone wants to dig." I said while watching his expression change. He seemed to go from surprised to confused, before finally settling on content.

The meal went by quickly and Raven was soon out the door with a supply of weapons and a plan in mind, while Marc, Brandon and I stayed in the apartment. We decided that we would be leaving first thing in the morning and moving on to a new safehouse.

I was up early the next morning to straighten my hair, making it easier to braid on top of my head. Having it up like that made it easier to wear the short, jet black wig that would complete the pant suit ensemble I had planned to wear. I was playing the part of a successful international business woman travelling with bodyguards. Once I was dressed and ready, I woke a very confused looking Marc and Brandon. Through my fits of laughter, I managed to tell them to get up and get ready.

I had contacted Axel while the guys were sleeping and told him my plan to relocate to another safe house. Victor had transferred the deed to the apartment into Raven's name, so I knew that it wouldn't be long before we had company. Axel had sent Corey to grab the town car that Phil kept at the hospital and he was less than 30 minutes away.

Brandon and Marc made quick work of getting ready while I packed the laptop and phone I had been using into my briefcase and the weapons into two separate, black bags. Noticing the time, I handed both of the boys a bag each and we made our way downstairs.

"When we get to the lobby, I need you to both stay quiet. Corey should be out the front waiting." I told them.

Walking through the foyer, Marc and Brandon stayed a pace behind me, flanking me as I made my way over to talk to the receptionist.

Making sure to use my thickest northern accent, I approached Joe. "The room was unacceptable. It was unclean and obviously it had been left unkept after the last tenant left. I will not be paying for that room, nor will I be returning!"

"I apologise for the issues with your accommodations. I will arrange for all of your belongings to be shipped to your chosen address", Joe replied.

"Don't bother. We are taking what we need. The rest is not ours." I told him.

I made my way out the front door, noticing goons one and two trying to look like they were tourists taking in the sights. Brandon opened the rear door of the car, waiting for me to enter the vehicle, before following me in. Marc hopped in the front with Corey.

"Cor, when you pull out, take the long way around the block and pull up behind the apartments," I said, while pulling out my laptop and turning it on.

Five minutes later Corey was pulling into a parking spot behind the apartments and I connected to the apartments wifi.

"How do you get signal all the way down here?" Marc asked.

"She would have used signal boosters, strategically placed throughout the building, right?" Corey surmised.

"Exactly! I am pulling up the cameras now. The two goons that were with Sputnik were trying to blend in as tourists outside the apartments. I can almost guarantee that the moment we pulled away they went into the building."

The cameras finished loading and I wasn't at all surprised to see that they were in the apartment. I had deactivated all of the additional security measures and made sure there was nothing personal left for them to find, outside of clothing. I made sure the cameras were set to record to my cloud storage and asked Corey to take us to the new safe house.

Arriving at the house a few blocks from the hospital, Corey dropped Marc and I off, with the weapons and a rushed explanation about an academy head needing a couple of twins to take his twin daughters to a cotillion. It had been arranged for over a month and they weren't able to get out of it without admitting I had been compromised - which was something we all agreed needed to stay quiet.

Marc insisted on doing an entire sweep of the house, to ensure there would be no unexpected surprises waiting for us. I moved straight to the dining table, set up my laptop and removed my wig. It had been starting to get itchy and I was more than ready to remove it. While my cloud account was loading, I deftly removed my braid, freeing my hair and offering some more relief to my scalp.

Finishing his sweep, Marc pulled up the chair beside me and we watched the footage of the men going through the apartment. They were methodical in the way they searched, but incredibly inept. While they trashed the place, leaving no couch cushion in place, no drawer or cupboard had its contents left intact, they didn't find the hidden compartments in the drawers, the stash points behind the bedside tables, or even the safe behind the butt-ugly hall mirror that Phil had insisted on.

"It's like watching the freaking amature hour! Even the newest recruits at the academy have more of an idea than these idiots. If they are going to go tear the place apart, at least they could do a decent job of it!"

I barely noticed Marc agreeing beside me. The fact that these idiots were as inexperienced as they were, only added to my suspicions that someone had hired them, though they could have gotten more for their money. It was yet another thing for me to look into. I needed to find proof of who hired them.

Rubbing my eyes I moved to stand up. I needed to do something more than stare at a computer screen.

"Kitty, you look stressed" Marc said with a smirk. I was definitely not losing that name anytime soon. I have no idea what I was thinking when I decided on that name! "Do you have anything other than this suit for me to wear? We could do some yoga if I wasn't so restricted."

"The cupboards in the rooms upstairs should have something in your size. The room at the back with the big bay window is mine and you won't find anything to wear in there, unless you are in the habit of wearing women's clothing?" I chuckled following him upstairs.

Twenty minutes later Marc and I met on the back deck to work through some yoga sequences. It didn't take us long to end up completely in sync and work as mirror images of each other. I'm not sure how much longer it was before either of us spoke again, but eventually Marc did.

"So what is the hardest pose you have mastered?" He asked.

"Oh, definitely the broken peacock!" I smiled.

"Ok, I know the peacock! How do you extend it to a broken peacock?" He asked.

"Easy! You do it with one hand" I said with a smile.

"Show me!" He begged.

"You are insane!" He told me after I completed the pose on both sides.

"Hey, wanna head inside and play twister?" I asked. "We can use it to test our flexibility when forced to share space with someone. Besides, I am sure there is a bottle of whiskey in the kitchen somewhere and that always makes it more fun!"

"Twister? Isn't that a game for kids?" He asked.

"And for adults that have had a very rough week and want to drink and laugh. Have you ever played twister while tipsy?" I countered with a smirk. "It was something Kitty used to love doing when she was around regularly."

Marc followed me into the kitchen as I looked through the cupboards for Phil's secret stash.

"I thought your safe houses were also dry houses?" Marc asked as I was rifling through the back of the pantry.

"Got it!" I exclaimed. "The safe houses are dry houses. This isn't so much a safe house as it is the family home. Twister is in the linen cupboard in the hallway. I'll grab some glasses and meet you in the living room."

We both downed generously poured glasses of whiskey before setting up the twister mat. While we sipped on our newly poured refreshments, I introduced Marc to the ap TwistHelper on the iPad I had stashed in the lounge room. It was easier to tap the screen, and see the result, than it was to try and use the spinner while playing. When we started we were at opposite ends of the mat, but it didn't take too long for me to realise if I was going to stand a chance at winning, I had to take over his personal space and dominate the mat.

Within the next dozen moves, I had successfully maneuvered myself to take up majority of the mat and found myself in an awkward backbend, trying not to laugh at the exasperated look Marc was throwing my way. The next move had him cursing under his breath as he realised he had to move his right hand from yellow, to red. I lowered myself slightly to give him half a chance of getting to the right spot.

He struggled, trying to reach across me, and failed miserably when his feet slipped out from under him and he fell on top of me, forcing me down as well. We were both laughing as we went down, but the laughter quickly died when we realised how close we were to each other. I couldn't help but run my tongue across my lips when I noticed Marc's attention focussed there.

My breath hitched as he lowered himself further toward me, slowly, until there was barely a hair's breadth between us. He halted his progress, searching my eyes to make sure he wasn't about to force me into something I didn't want. The things is, while I hadn't been focussing on much more than working out who was after me since I found out I'd be compromised, I'd taken comfort in the fact that the guys had all been there for me in any way they could and that they were willing to help me work out who was after me.

The more I got to know them, the more I wanted to be around them and while I had fun leading Raven on with the kisses when he wouldn't get out of the doorway, I wouldn't have felt right taking it any further when I was having the same feelings toward all of them. I didn't even know if they would still be interested in an Anderson style situation after the whole Kayli thing. Heck, I wasn't even sure it was what I wanted, but I wasn't ready to walk away from any of them either.

I was brought back to the moment by the feeling of his breath ghosting across my face, desire evident in his eyes. He was barely moving, the teeny gap between us closing slowly. I decided to count down from three and if he still hadn't closed the gap, I was going to. Breathe in. Three. Breathe out. Two. Breathe in. One...