My feet hit a hard surface that sends a shock through the rest of my body. The impact is almost crippling and I bite my lip to hold back my wail. My knees almost give out on me. How far was that jump?

Taking a look around me, I see that I'm in a basement looking area. The cold atmosphere and smell of mold surrounds me as I listen for Owen's and Drake's voice. I'm tired of being blinded by florescent light tonight.

I turn around while still being invisible and find that there is an open door leading from the spacious room. I swear if they're hiding from me they're going to experience one heck of a hail storm.

"Dude, I don't care how much you beg me, I don't have time for this." I hear Drake's deep yet whiny voice say. I inch closer to the open door.

"We need your help. She's on board with taking down The Undergrounds. Why won't you help me make her a convincing villain?" Owen throws back at Drake. I'm silently observing in the door frame at this point. The tiny room they're in is just a supply closet. A pull string hangs above their heads for an uncovered lightbulb.

Drake crosses his arms, "I just can't work with a girl with so much ego."

Owen squints at Drake, "What do you mean?" What does he mean? I've never had a huge ego. If anything, I've always been extremely self conscience.

"When you tell a girl they're hot, they're not supposed to stomp on your foot and walk away."

It's true that I did that, but he wasn't telling the whole story. I didn't intend to speak up now and blow my cover.

"Drake, if I know you, you didn't just call her hot." Owen rolls his eyes.

"You can't deny it though." Drake points an accusing finger at Owen. I think I'm going to run off to Canada at this point. I'll be there in about 10 seconds.

Owen's response surprises me, though, "You're such a weirdo sometimes. You know she's Mason's little sister, right?"

Owen knows Mason? Mason is two grades ahead of me, while Drake is only one. They did play football together, though. Thank goodness Mason never invited him to our house.

Drake folds his arms over his chest, "I'm aware."

Owen shakes his head, "If you touch her, I'll cut off your hand on behalf of Mason. But we do need your help. Come on, Drake." Owen pleads.

I watch Drake's eyes narrow towards Owen. What exactly is Drake supposed to help with?

Drake sighs, holding out his hand for Owen to shake, "On one condition," Owen is an inch away from shaking Drake's hand, "I call all the shots." They shake on it.

Suddenly I'm terrified of what that may entail.

"Let's go back up there, she's probably worried I abandoned her." Owen walks out of the closet and Drake follows after him.

"You can't tell her about this place, though. No one can know this room exists."

Excellent, now I have blackmail.

I watch as Owen and Drake fly up into the hole that I fell from. Wait a second, there isn't another door? Della, you idiot! They can fly, and I'm stuck down here.

My life is the worst.

"Della?" I can hear Owen calling my name. Now he's going to think I ran away. He'll go looking for me and won't even realize I'm literally right under his nose.

I begin to rummage through the supply closet and find storage bins. Stacking a few on top of each other, I push them right under the hole and climb on top. Perfect. For once I'm not too short.

"Della!" Their voices call out together. I balance myself on top of the five boxes and slam my hands on the surface of the floor above me. Now the hard part: pulling myself up.

Why couldn't I have super strength or the ability to fly at a time like this?

Trying to be silent is the trick. I don't want them to know I was down here unless I need to hold something above their heads. They continue to call my name for another two minutes; that's how long it takes for me to pull myself up.

I dust off my invisible hands and march through the closet door that leads to the basement. How did his apartment on the third floor lead to a basement just one floor below?

"She's gone, man. Smart move, taking those handcuffs off of her." Drake says to Owen in a demeaning tone.

"I did it to gain her trust." Owen remarks under his breath. I walk into the room and casually sit down on a bar stool at the small island countertop. While they continue screaming at each other, I allow myself to reappear slowly.

"She's not trustworthy, Owen. Just because she's Mason's sister does not mean she's a considerate person." Does that mean they consider my brother to be caring? Wow, they should see him at home.

At this point, I'm staring at them silently until Owen turns his head and does a double take upon seeing me. He stutters for a few seconds until Drake turns his head too. A slight smirk comes to my lips.

"Where did you come from?" Drake's eyes narrow at me.

I allow a small smile to form, "I believe you once told me I was from Heaven." I roll my eyes at the stupid pick up line. Owen's eyes widen. I suppose that was not the response they were expecting.

Drake crosses his arms, "Ha, very funny. Seriously, where have you been?"

"I've been here the whole time." I prop an elbow up on the counter and lean my back on it too.

Owen opens his mouth, "Why were you invisible?"

I glare at the both of them, "I'm sorry, I thought we were hiding from each other. My mistake." They share a look that reads busted, but they don't know I went down there.

"Della, I-" Owen begins. I wave my hand to cut him short.

"Just tell me what you have planned to take down The Undergrounds." I cross my legs to make the situation more serious. I'm tired of playing games.

Owen looks to Drake, but he throws his hands up to indicate he doesn't know anything. "Nothing is set in stone yet,"

I scoff. Of course. He kidnaps me, changes my identity, tells me I can be useful, and then doesn't have a purpose for me. Am I supposed to keep stumbling around this town, accidentally saving the day? Is it so hard for him to have come up with a plan by now?

"Okay, then it was nice knowing you. I'm headed back home." I hop off of the stool and walk towards the door.

"It isn't set in stone because I haven't completed the family tree." Owen huffs.

"What does that have to do with me?" I spit back, standing with my hand on the doorknob.

"I need your help to locate Steel Hawk's wife."

Drake is staring at the floor and Owen is looking at me expectantly.

"Why does she matter anymore?" I mock. She won't give us any answers anyways.

"We think she's the one that told Mickey to avenge Steel Hawk's death. With you pretending to be a new villain, Mickey might lead you straight to her."

It's all based on a theory. It's a dangerous plan. Don't do it, Della.

"So," Owen looks between me and Drake, "Is it a start?"

Drake doesn't make any eye contact with me as he gives in and shakes Owen's hand. Would I be the bad guy if I didn't try to locate her? Is this the way to seek justice? Or are we to leave everything as is?

"This isn't over, Della." The words echo through my mind. Mickey wasn't going to give up. Maybe I should be prepared for whatever comes next. If he's looking for Della, he won't be able to find her.

"Okay," I whisper, biting my thumb nail as I think the proposition over, "I'm in."

A/N
Golly, it is hard to find time to write in this book. I'm sorry if the updates come later and later but I am a reliable author; I always finish my books. It just may take me a while. Thank you for your patience!

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