"Coffee?" I held up a travel cup in front of Malia's face, and she took it from my hands. She drank the still scalding liquid as she shrugged on her jacket. "Please don't spill any on those shorts, they're so cute."

"I don't get why you're dressed so casually," Malia spoke, gesturing down to my loose blouse and boyfriend jeans, "We're still going to school."

"Yes but on a Saturday," I reminded her, and we walked back to my car, "Plus, my philosophy is that you should always be comfortable while taking a test."

"Well it also helps when you're a super-genius of some sort," Malia mumbled and I made my way down to the school.

"Malia, you are a super-genius, okay?" She scoffed. "I'm serious, you are the most tenacious girl out there, and you've been working your tail off. There's no reason you won't do well on the PSAT today."

"Except for the fact that I don't know anything."

"Malia, you need to realize that you are your own worst enemy here. The only thing that's stopping you from succeeding the way I know you can is yourself. You're psyching yourself out, and you don't need to. You're going to do great."

"I hope."

                                                                            *****

We stood in line outside the classroom, and I calmly leaned on the lockers next to Malia. Kira skittishly looked around while Scott and Stiles stood still.

"Where's Lydia?" Kira wondered.

"She took it her freshman year," Stiles said without missing a beat.

"To be more specific, she's up at the lake house. She said something about talking to Meredith," I said quietly.

"Wait a second," Malia rounded on Stiles, "Does that mean I could've taken this some other time?"

"Malia, you studied harder for this than any of us," Scott argued.

"Doesn't mean I'm going to do good," she countered.

"Well," Stiles corrected, and I flicked his ear from behind Malia's head.

"Well, what?" She asked.

"It's do well, not good."

"Oh god," She exasperated and I grabbed her hand comfortingly.

"You're doing this," Scott convinced her, "Because while we're trying not to die, we still need to live. If I survive high school, I'd like to go to college, a good college."

"It's only three hours," Kira went on, "We can survive three hours."

Stiles and I gave her a look conveying 'wow, you really shouldn't have said that.' Before I could scold her about jinxing our luck, Lydia's mom began ushering students in. Single file, we went into the classroom, grabbing a number two pencil and putting our fingerprints on a waiver. I dipped my thumb onto the ink pad but froze when the paper I was about to stamp didn't have my name on it.

"Miss Martin," I called and she walked over, "This isn't my name."

She looked over the paper and then scanned through the test booklets. She pulled out another sheet of paper and skimmed its contents before nodding. "Sweetie, it says you've already taken the SAT and the ACT."

I shrugged, "Well, yeah. But I'm here to take it again."

Natalie's eyes widened, "Honey, you have perfect scores on both tests. They actually couldn't get any better."

"I guess I just wanted another go?" I tried and she shook her head.

"Look," She handed me the paper she was holding, "According to this paper, I've been instructed to tell you that you don't need to take this test. It seems that we don't have anything for you."

I sighed, and glanced over at Stiles, who had a curious expression on his face. I shook my head at him and turned back to Lydia's mom.

"Okay," I said, "But I'm Malia's ride, is it okay if I wait in the library or something?"

She smiled at me, "Sure thing."

I walked back over to Stiles and Malia who were standing off to the side. "So, it looks like I'll be waiting in the library for you guys."

"You already took the SAT? What were you doing here then?" Malia asked me and I smiled.

"Providing moral support," I rubbed her arm reassuringly, "You're gonna kick major ass today, Malia, I know it." I turned to Stiles and pecked him on the lips, "Same as you. Come find me after the first break?"

He nodded and I took my bag and walked out of the classroom. I took my keys out of my bag and marched out to my car to grab my copy of "ain't i a woman" by bell hooks before heading back into the school. I was headed to the library when I noticed black smudges all over the white cover of my book. Sighing, I glanced down to see the ink still staining my thumb. I trudged to the closest bathroom and furiously scrubbed at my hands. I was satisfied when the ink was mostly gone and reached for a paper towel. As my hand came in contact with the towel, I jumped out of my skin entirely for I heard Natalie Martin shout down the hallway I was in.

"Get back! No! Do not come in here, get back outside!" I ran outside of the restroom to see Natalie locking the doors to the school's side entrance. Scott and Stiles were some of the first students outside to see what the shouting was all about. Miss Martin ushered everyone back into the classroom before looking down the hallway and to me.

"June, you should go inside the classroom too," She called and I widened my eyes.

"But the test-"

"June, just do as I say, please, go inside the classroom." I nodded and slowly made my way to the classroom door. As I stepped over the threshold, I heard Lydia's mom speak on the phone quietly, enough to make my eyes widen.

" I need the number of the CDC. Yes the Center for Disease Control."

I made eye contact with Scott and my heart-rate quickened. Stiles saw me and pulled me over closer to Scott.

"Why are you back in here?"

"Uh - it looks like Malia might not have to take the test today after all."

                                                                            *****

Scott was with Miss Martin trying to see if Sydney, a girl who had apparently collapsed during the test might know anything about the quarantine we were now placed under. Meanwhile, Stiles, Kira, Malia, and I were huddled around each other in a corner of the classroom. Stiles was passing the time by trying to guess what had the CDC so spooked.

"Bet they're thinking smallpox," He tried and I shook my head.

"Not likely since smallpox was eradicated worldwide in 1979," I told him quietly.

"We've only managed to eradicate two viruses in history," I turned around to see the proctor for the exam sitting casually at his desk, "The other was rinderpest."

"It killed cows," I muttered, scrunching my eyebrows in suspicion.

"So we should be comforted by that, right?"

"Unless it's something worse," the proctor challenged. I sighed and turned back around to see Malia cock her head in concentration.

"Whatever it is they're taking it pretty seriously. There's a lot of cars and trucks out there," She turned to Stiles, "Your dad's with them."

Stiles stood up and turned around, "I should probably call him." He walked over to the desk and filed through the envelopes containing cell phones. 

"Don't bother," The fishy supervisor stated and I rolled my eyes, "They would've shut off any access to all outside communication by now. No cell service, no wifi, no one starting a panic. Look's like we're all just going to have to wait here and see what happens," He licked his thumb and turned the page of the book he was reading. I could see Stiles tense and I grabbed his shoulder. He turned around to face me and I could feel him relax slightly. I pulled him back over to the corner we formed and looked at Stiles once more.

"You got that vibe too right?" I asked him faintly, and he nodded.

"Something's not right here," He affirmed, and right as Malia was about to question us, Mr. Yukimura came into the room and called for Stiles. Confused, he glanced around at us before walking out of the room with him. A woman came in the door Stiles walked out of and had us form a line out in the hall. Apparently it was for the CDC to collect blood samples so they could further understand what was happening.

"Kira," Malia asked and Kira turned around to face the two of us, "Do you ever get the feeling that Scott and Stiles aren't telling you everything?" I was genuinely put off by that suggestion, but immediately knew Malia was justified when Kira's facial expression became uncomfortable.

"What do you mean?"

"Like they hide stuff," Malia tried again.

"I-I think if they did, they probably have a pretty good reason," Kira evasively stuttered. 

Malia huffed, not biting, "Do you know what they're hiding in the bag under Scott's bed?" 

Kira's eyes widened, but I saw a flash of relief, "What? No, I've never been under Scott's bed. Or in it. Just on it, wearing clothes..." I rolled my eyes. Malia and I glanced at each other exasperatedly and turned to stare Kira down.

"Kira Yukimura," Called a woman from behind her wearing a yellow hazmat suit. I sighed and turned back to Malia.

"You really think Scott and Stiles are hiding something from you?"

"It's not just them," she told me, "But Lydia and Kira too. And I think it has to do with the dead pool."

"Why do you think that?"

"They're not letting me see the last third of the list," She said, and I paused.

"Huh, come to think of it, I haven't seen it either," She didn't appear comforted by that statement. "Look, Malia, I doubt it's that big of a deal anyway."

"Well, what was the last secret they kept from you?" She asked and I thought back.

"When they thought I was the darach and I was the one ritually sacrificing people," I looked up at Malia's pointed glare, "Okay, I see what you mean."

We turned to see the CDC official drop the needle meant to inject Kira, as it was smoking slightly. Her hazmat suit was steaming as well, and she was quickly escorted out by one of her coworkers. Seeing all the stares Kira earned, Malia and I ushered her out of the hallway and down another. I stopped when Malia did, and she looked to be panicking slightly.

"Malia, what's wrong?" She held up her hands to me, and I saw her claws. Quickly making sure we were the only ones in the hallway, I looked back to her. "Put them back!"

"That's the thing," She explained, "I can't."

"Okay, let's get the two of you out of sight..." I trailed off when I heard hushed voices come from the boys' locker room. Walking Kira and Malia down to the doorway, I sighed in relief when I heard Stiles' voice.

"Stiles?" I called out when I opened the door.

"In here," He came around a row of lockers and I nodded.

"Are you alone?" I asked him and he shook his head.

"No, Scott and Mr. Yukimura are in here.

"Okay good," I pulled Malia in by the hand and Kira followed us suit, closing the door behind her. I walked Malia over to where Scott was, and saw he was leaning over a bench. He glanced up when he heard our footsteps and I saw his eyes flashing between red and their normal color. Everyone gathered in a circled around him, and observing him more closely I could see the beads of sweat sticking to his forehead.

"It's still happening," Mr. Yukimura informed him and Scott looked over to a sighing Malia.

She held up her hands, "I can't make them go back," She referred to her claws and I rubbed her back comfortingly. I hesitated when I felt the sweat pooling under her short-sleeved blouse and looked to see sweat on her forehead as well. I put the back of my hand to her forehead and was alarmed to feel that her skin was significantly warmer than normal.

"And you're burning up," I told her, then placed my hand on Scott's forehead, feeling the exact same heat, "You're both running fevers."

"Obviously the virus is effecting the two of you in a way it won't hit any human being." Mr. Yukimura informed us and I sighed. We could really never catch a break.

"You guys have to stay out of sight," Stiles instructed, waving his hand between Malia and Scott, "We have to quarantine you - from the quarantined."

"Yeah but where?" Kira asked, "I mean, what if they get violent, like on a full moon?"

"We shouldn't stay in here, not in the locker room," Scott stated.

"A classroom is not gonna hold us," Malia agreed.

"What about the basement?" I asked and Scott shook his head.

"Too many ways out. We need something secure, somewhere nobody can find us."

"The vault," Stiles suggested, "The Hale vault."

Scott nodded, "The Hales always have an escape route. Like their house. There has to be another way in."

Mr. Yukimura took it upon himself to lead us over to Coach's office. He instructed us to wait here until he came back. When he did, his arms were full with a rolled up paper that turned out to be the schematics of the school.

"Okay, this is where the school sign is," Stiles pointed out, "So the vault's got to be right about here."

"I suppose if there's a second entrance," Kira's dad agreed, "It would probably be accessible from the basement." I was glancing worryingly at Malia and Scott. Malia was wiping the excess sweat from her face while the skin around Scott's eyes was discoloring. 

"It's probably somewhere in this hallway," Stiles ran his finger along the paper, revealing where he thought the vault was. "West corridor-" His hand stretched out and his body quickly collided with Mr. Yukimura's as he collapsed. I was quick to get him on his feet and quickly look over his face. He looked paler than usual, and his skin was a little warm but not as hot as Malia's. His eyes were slightly unfocused, so he blinked a couple of times, and I moved my hands to his. 

"Whoa," He said, and I felt something unusual. Looking down, I noticed on the tops of his hands a red rash similar to those who were taken out of the classroom to be quarantined.

"It's happening to you too," I whispered, and Stiles locked eyes with my frightened ones. He gripped my hands in reassurance.

"You're getting sick, you all are," Kira's dad warned before looking to Kira.

"I don't feel sick," She argued. Mr. Yukimura took out a folded Scantron sheet from his pocket and straightened it out.

"I think it's effecting you differently, neurologically. I found your test answer sheet in a pile with the others," He laid down the sheet for all of us to see. None of the rows had one bubble filled in. Instead, the outside of every row had a circular bubble penciled in. 

"Okay, let's get you all to the basement, now," I ordered, and my friends nodded in agreement. I was the first out of the coach's office to see if the coast was clear. Seeing that it was, I waved my friends out and they quickly made their way down the left hallway to the basement. Scott lead the charge, and we all filed down the stairs and began exploring the basement. I went with Stiles down to a couple of shelves and started looking behind them at the walls. We hadn't had much luck until Stiles noticed a few lines embedded in one of the walls. He moved a few objects out of the way and stared at a peculiar object decorating the wall.

"Hey, guys," He waved Scott over, "Over here."

I stepped back as Scott and Stiles slid the shelf out of the way to reveal a triskele with the apparent doorknob in the center of it.

"Look at the cracks in the wall," Stiles observed.

"They're like Derek's tattoo," I mentioned, and Stiles nodded. He looked back down at the center of the wall.

"It's like the entrance outside, it only opens with claws," He explained, and gave Scott a look that didn't go unnoticed by Malia or myself. It made me uncomfortable thinking that they really were hiding something. "Anyone's claws, right?" 

Scott nodded in understanding and turned back towards us, "Um... Malia, can you try?"

"Why me?" She asked and Scott briefly looked back at Stiles before holding up his hands.

"I don't have control," He mentioned, and Malia stared at him.

"Okay, I'll do it," She relented, and relief flashed over his face, "But first tell me and June what you've been hiding."

Stiles' eyes widened considerably, and they flickered over to me in panic. I shrugged and nodded, encouraging him to go on. When he only glanced at Scott in a panicky manner, Malia huffed.

"I know you think you're trying to protect me, but I can handle it," She was still met with fidgety looks and an awkward silence. "I know I'm on the list," She barked, earning a jump from Stiles, but with a glance from Scott, he became very relieved.

"Yes..." He agreed. I looked back up to Malia, and she looked satisfied.

"So how much?" She cocked her head in curiosity.

"How much what?" Stiles asked, looking genuinely confused.

"How much am I worth?"

"Four million," Scott told her, and she paused. I could practically see the wheels turning behind her eyes, and I put a comforting hand on her arm.

"Malia, are you okay?" 

"Yeah. Scott's worth twenty-five, you're worth twenty-two, Kira's six, they'll take you guys out way before me." My eyes widened in surprise and I let my arm hover awkwardly in the air as Malia stepped forward to the lock.

"Progress," Stiles reminded me, grabbing my hand.

The vault was slightly underwhelming, there weren't any precious jewels, no booby traps in front of the stairs leading to it, and not even a lot of things occupied the shelves lining the room. Sure it was large and grand and had a secret door inside of the school, but as far as secret vaults go, it was plain.

I popped a squat against an unopened box while we sat and waited. Stiles came and sat next to me, and I put my head on his shoulder. He shrugged an arm around me and I curled in closer to him. Malia sat down on my other side and in an effort to be more comfortable, she put her head in my lap. I started messing with her hair, braiding it in different ways while listening to Kira pace the floor.

"You know this is where it all started," Stiles had to fill the silence, not liking that he needed to wait. He pointed to the safe on top of a small table, "That's where the money was. One hundred and seventeen million in bearer bonds." 

"How do you even change bearer bonds into cash?" Kira inquired, examining a jar before placing it back onto the shelf where it belonged.

"The bank," I explained, "Or the bond agent from which you got the bearer bonds in the first place."

"They just let it sit here the whole time collecting dust," Stiles added, with a hint of spite in his tone. "You know bearer bonds are basically extinct?"

Kira sat down next to Scott, "Why does it matter?"

"You know how many problems that money could solve?"

"For you?" Kira asked.

"For me... for my dad. The Eichen House and the MRI bills are crushing him," The helplessness in his tone made me move my head up and place a comforting kiss where his jaw met his neck.

"My mom does this thing, she writes down all the items in our budget, and how much they cost. Then she adds it all up and figures out how long we have until - until we lose the house." 

I sighed in frustration. I realized that I would need to talk to Ginny about all of this when I got out of this vault. There had to be a way we could help them, and have them accept our money.

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Night had fallen, and my friends were getting progressively worse. I was the only one out of the five of us who showed absolutely no signs of being sick. No fever, no abrasions on the skin, no black substance leaking out of random orifices such as the skin around Malia's nails, or her mouth. 

I was gently running my fingers through her hair as I looked at Stiles and Scott talking to each other. They kept their tones hushed, and I didn't have super hearing to pick up on what they were saying. The two of them kept glancing back over at Malia and I, and I sighed.

"I think you're right, Malia," I admitted to her quietly.

"What do you mean?" She muttered.

"I think they are hiding something from the two of us, and I think it has something to do with that list." Kira, who sat across from the two of us, looked on in concern.

"I'm sure it's nothing, you guys," She denied, speaking far too casually for my liking, "I mean, maybe they're just acting weird. It's Scott and Stiles, they act weird a lot-"

"You're a horrible liar, Kira," I declared, and she flinched. "Hasn't anyone told you that secrets don't make friends?"

"We keep secrets all the time, like the existence of the supernatural," She contended and I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah but we don't keep secrets amongst each other. I mean, when has that ever done us any good?" She looked down in guilt, and my angst ebbed away slightly. "Look, all I'm trying to say is the last secret Stiles ever kept from me was when he thought I was murdering people. Secrets in our friend group do not end well."

We sat there for about five more minutes before Kira let out a series of coughs. After she finished, she looked up at me.

"How is it you're not sick?" She mused and I smiled.

"I'd like to say it's because I have an abnormally strong immune system, but I'm not entirely sure. Either I wasn't supposed to get infected today, or whatever's hurting you guys won't hurt me. And I have no idea what it is."

"June," Stiles called and I turned to see him come over to me, "June the others are looking for us. We should probably go up there and sort it out." I nodded and shook Malia awake.

"Malia," I murmured, shaking her shoulder gently so she would wake up. "Malia?" She opened her eyes and sat up, "Hey listen, Stiles and I need to leave for a few, okay?"

"Where are you going?" She asked, eyes fluttering in an attempt to stay open.

"Whatever's happening, it's worse for you guys," Stiles explained, "That means it's not just people getting sick, it's another assassin." Despite the sweat that still coated her face, goosebumps arose on her bare arms. I nudged Stiles and he took off one of his jackets to give to her. Malia accepted it gratefully and slid it on. 

"You're coming back, right?" 

I smiled at her, "Of course," I assured her, "We'd never leave you behind." Malia mustered as much of a smile as she could before I stood up and walked back to the vault door with Stiles. We walked outside and looked at everyone as the door closed, not sure if that was the last time we would see them.

I quietly went up the stairs with Stiles and emerged into the hallway. It was quiet, almost like it was empty. We were reminded that it wasn't by the flashing police lights that shone through the windows.

My hand slipped into Stiles' and I squeezed reassuringly, "You know they're going to pull through this," I told him and he sighed, "We're going to figure something out. I know it."

"Well we can add that to the list of many things you know," He quipped and I frowned.

"I don't know what you're hiding from Malia," I denied, and Stiles stopped walking for a moment. I kept going and turned the corner. "I also don't know what you're hiding from me, but I know it has something to do with that list. I haven't seen the last of the list, and now I'm honestly scared to."

"June, I-"

"I do know that it can't be good, since you're hiding it from me. And the last time you hid something from me was when you thought I was killing people," Stiles spun me around and made me face him. His eyes searched mine and I blinked away the tears that threatened to form.

"June, Stiles, there you two are," Miss Martin called out to us from behind me. I glanced over Stiles' paling face once more before I turned around and made my way to Lydia's mom. She held her hand out and put an arm around my back while guiding Stiles and I down another hallway. We walked near the quarantined students and she was about to walk us up to a few CDC officials when Stiles called out behind her.

"Miss Martin?"

"Stiles, you're not looking so good, maybe you should lie down," I looked back over to him and saw the layer of sweat I missed previously on his face.

"It's okay, have - have you seen Mr. Yukimura?" He asked.

"Yeah he's - he's fine, he's helping the other students," She answered.

"Okay," Stiles tugged on my hand and we were about to leave when he stopped to gaze into one of the beds. I looked over to see Coach Finstock huddled under a blanket as he coughed in his sleep. I glanced up at Stiles to see an idea form on his face before he turned back to Miss Martin.

"Is Coach the only adult who got sick today?" He questioned, and Natalie looked at him.

"As far as I know."

"Why is he the only one?" Stiles whispered to me, and my worry skyrocketed when the sweating grew more profuse, and the discoloration around his eyes was more prominent.

"Stiles, I think you should lie down," Miss Martin urged and Stiles shook his head.

"Yeah, no, it's okay. I'll be right back, I'll be right back," Stiles didn't even wait for me as he ran off down the hall from which we came. I made my way after him, but Miss Martin grabbed my arm.

"I don't think so, Sweetie," She chastised, "They haven't even gotten a blood sample from you yet." She marched me over to a man in a yellow hazmat suit and explained my situation to him. He nodded and walked me down a ways to another group of people. They asked me question after question about how I was feeling today, what I ate for breakfast before I came here, had I felt sick in the past week, all of which I answered no to.

I anxiously tapped my foot waiting for them to get everything over with. They had me fill out a form and took a sample of my blood. I sighed when they finished and went back over to Miss Martin.

"Isn't there any way I can contact Ginny? A - a radio, or a fax machine of some sort?" I was beginning to wonder if Ginny knew of the situation and could help in anyway.

"I'm sorry June, but outside communication of any kind is unavailable to us. We can't talk to anybody but each other," I sighed and ran my hands over my face. From the distance, a loud bang could be heard, and multiple people looked around for the source of the noise. "Look, June, could you please go back to your friends and get them back up here? We need to make sure they're alright and not sick themselves."

I nodded quickly, "Sure thing," I lied and walked quickly around the corner and into the main hallway of the school. I made sure no one was following behind me before I walked into Coach's office where I saw Agent McCall half in a hazmat suit checking for a pulse on a man he had clearly shot. Upon looking closer, I recognized the man to be the proctor from this morning's test, and my eyes widened.

"Agent McCall, are you alright?" I asked and he sighed, looking back up at me.

"You should probably be asking your boyfriend that," He muttered, looking forlornly at the dead man on the floor.

"Why?"

"He was holding Stiles hostage, he was about to shoot him," My breathing hitched and I felt my hands start to shake.

"Where-?"

"Melissa needed to tell you guys there was a jar of reishi mushrooms in the vault. I have no idea what it means." I nodded and was halfway out the door before I stopped. 

Turning back around, I walked back to Agent McCall, "Thank you for saving him," He looked up at me in surprise, "And I'm glad you're okay." McCall nodded slightly at me before I ran out of the office. I took off down the hallway and turned a corner before wrenching open the door to the basement. I stopped suddenly when I nearly collided with Malia, who had tears in her eyes.

"Malia! Are you okay? Did you get to the reishi-"

"Did you know?" Malia asked me and I stepped back.

"What?"

"Did you know?"

"Know what?"

"That Peter is my father? That my last name is really Hale?" I gasped unintentionally, but I could see Malia concentrating on something.

"No, Malia, I had no idea," I told her and she looked back up at me. I guess she was concentrating on my heartbeat, for relief shone in her eyes as she hugged me.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, it's okay," She was shaking and I tried to grip her tightly.

"I just need to go home," she spoke and I nodded.

"Okay, I just need to make sure that everyone else is okay, alright?" I handed her my bag, and explained that my keys were in it, she should just wait for me in my car. She nodded and was about to walk off when she stopped.

"Stiles has the copy of the last third of the list, if you want to go look at it," She said and I nodded. I watched her walk off before I made my way down the stairs into the basement. My footsteps were unsure, unsure of what I would find when I got to the vault, and unsure of what was actually on the list.

I rounded the corner to see Scott holding on to Kira, both seeming to be in a much better condition than when I left them. Behind Kira was a shattered jar of what must have been the reishi mushrooms. Stiles stood up slowly and turned around. My jaw dropped when I saw the smeared blood on his face and the spatter of it on his white tee shirt and hoodie. But he was alive and breathing, and that's all that mattered.

I ran to Scott and Kira and gave the both of them giant hugs, telling them each that I was glad they were okay. When I stood back from the both of them, I smacked both of them upside the head simultaneously. They each rubbed at their heads and gave me a "what the hell?" look.

"That was for Malia," I scolded and they looked down. I looked over to Stiles who was looking at me sadly. I breathed out deeply and walked over to him. I wiped at the blood on his face before kissing him deeply, hoping that he felt my relief.

"Please don't ever get shot," I told him and he gave me a small smile.

"I'll work on it." I nodded and smacked him upside the head harshly. He dropped a sheet of crumpled paper he was holding in lieu of rubbing at his head.

"You guys should really be ashamed of yourselves, keeping something like that from Malia," I chided and bent down to pick up the white sheet of paper. I looked back up at Stiles, who paled under the blood that sat on his face.

"I'm giving you one chance to tell me what I'll find on this list," I said lowly, and Stiles swallowed. He glanced over at Scott and Kira, and so did I. Scott closed his eyes in resignation and nodded slowly.

"Well?" I snipped louder, making Stiles jump.

Seeming to have trouble finding the words, he remained quiet. I huffed in frustration before opening the damned list myself. I didn't have to look very hard for any answer, for at the top of the list sat Robert and Evelyn Astor, worth three million dollars a piece.

I am so sorry I didn't update yesterday. It seems that my body is trying really hard to kill me, and I fell ill on Tuesday night. I'm feeling better now, and hopefully I can squeeze at least one more chapter in for you guys before I meet up with my sister. I'll be working in an airport so honestly fingers crossed I can find a charging station and just sit there all night. Love you guys, as always please vote and comment. Unedited, of course. Xx.