Edit | #Wattys2016

Thirty

I'm just about to end my recount when someone appears in the room. I'm on my feet even before I know what I'm doing.

A weird contraption is strapped to her waist, and it helps her to walk now, apparently. Her red hair is still wild and untameable, and Blake's arm is around her waist just in case she falls.

I almost run towards her, but then remember that Blake is a betrayer.

"What are you doing here?" I almost spit at him, but somehow manage to hold it together.

"I..." Blake stammers, but Chance stops me from getting to my feet and driving my fist into his face.

"He's on our side," he gently rubs the pad of his thumb over my knuckles, and I sag backwards into him, having been sick and tired of this drama.

Chance soothingly runs his hands up and down my arms, before kissing the side of my head and turning to Athena and Blake, who are statues currently.

"They're back," Athena breaks out into a wide grin, turning back to Blake, "they're back!"

"I'm aware," Blake smiles lovingly at her, and I have to turn my head away because I don't want to ruin their moment by being a third wheel.

"What's your plan?" Emily drawls boredly.

"We actually wanted to take Edit down today with the video again, and then search the globe for Chance's precious Amber," Xavier replies, wiggling his eyebrows at Chance, who tightens his arms around me even as he scoffs.

"That's one great plan, Xavier," Emily shoots back sarcastically, and Dakota sends a glare her way.

"Like you have something better," Dakota retorts.

"I do, actually," Emily smirks amusedly, "and remember, Kota, we're on the same side."

"I didn't say we weren't," Dakota rolls her eyes, moving to Xavier's side and snuggling closer to him. He immediately responds, his features relaxing slightly and his arm wrapping itself around Dakota securely.

"Whatever. So we have the drafts," Emily points to the side of the room, at the drafts who are murmuring softly to themselves. I have to force myself to look away quickly before I throw up.

"And you're going to show them to the public?" The man with graying hair, who I now know as Frank, scrunches up his brows.

"No," Emily shakes her head, and I cock my head, "I'm intending to show the creator of Edit what he's done."

"You mean the inheritor. He didn't create it." Frank points out.

I feel a sarcastic remark coming, but thankfully Emily respectfully murmurs a "yeah".

"So? He may see it, and then—" Chance raises an eyebrow.

"I plan to convince him to shut Edit down. I don't think he's as evil or whatever as we think. He was forced to start Edit." Emily leans forward.

"You're going to do it alone?" Dakota concernedly speaks up.

"No, silly," Emily rolls her eyes, and Xavier immediately interrupts.