Being An Assassin...And A Hero

The Refugees

.~A/N:

We are back in Derreck's POV. If I get enough votes and at least ten comments, I'll do someone else's POV. Tell me what you want. I was thinking maybe Kyle's or Abby's? Maybe even Bailey's. Tell me what you want. You could even ask for someone that's off the wall that isn't in the book much, like Blake or something like that. I don't know, tell me what you guys want. OH...and I want to do a shout out for royal888, my first voter on this story, thank you very much. You made me put down what I was doing and post two chapters today.

It was morning and I look over at a peacefully sleeping Abby. We had a hot make out session last night before I had to pull away. She wasn't ready to go all the way, and if I didn't pull away and take a cold shower when I did, I would have lost control.

She murmers in her sleep and cuddles up closer to me, a slight smile playing over her features. Zander was purring happily in my head. Having his mate this close and content was definitely turning him soft. 'I'm not going soft,' he denies with a growl. 'Sure you aren't,' I smirk at him. 'Okay, so what if I am? There's nothing wrong,' he defends.

He did have a point there. There wasn't wrong with being happy again. It was probably the best thing that had happened to me. I grin and hug her closer. "Mmph mmmphmm memmph," comes a voice in my chest.

I release Abby and ask, "What was that?"

She giggles at me, absolutely the most amazing sound ever, and says, "I said, you feel good. Nice and warm, but I'm hungry."

I laugh and climb out of bed. "Well, your wish is my command, m'lady," I say dramatically, bowing as I left our room. I head down stairs and into the kitchen. Blake obviously had someone come by, not only the dusting and such, but there was fresh food in the pantry and refrigerator. I take some eggs and Canadian bacon out, and start the gas stove up. I always preferred gas stoves. They cooked way more evenly and didn't take a day and a half to get to temperature. Now, grilling, I would definitely say charcoal.

Cracking the eggs into one pan and tossing the ham into another, I go and pull out toast. A sunny side up sandwich was in order. Quickly flipping the ham so it wouldn't burn, I start another round of toast. Sarah makes her way down stairs, followed by Abby a few minutes later. By the time I was ready, they were all but drooling over their plates. I had two sandwiches for each of us, but before I could even get halfway through one of mine, Sarah's asking for more. I sigh and hand her my second, which she happy gobbles down, despite my displeasure at loosing my breakfast.

Abby just shakes her head at Sarah's antics and cuts her second sandwich in half and gives part of it to me. "Why thank you, kind lady," I say in a southern drawl.

"Well, I can't have you falling over from hunger today now can I?" She definitely was a smart-aleck...I liked it, no, LOVED IT!

After we finish, Sarah dashes up stairs to get ready for the day, and Abby and myself follow her at a much more moderate pace. She was obviously excited about seeing Devin again. Though, them being alone was NOT happening, even if I did like the kid. She's still my sister, no matter how you look at it.

I threw on dark blue jeans and a black undershirt. The one thing Blake didn't update was the wardrobe...at least he didn't update mine. He got Abby and Sarah clothes, but not me. That was...nice of him? Though, my tastes in clothes really hadn't changed so I couldn't complain.

Abby had on darker tan colored capri's and a white top. I walk out and called to Sarah. "Nope, go change. Not happening. Go." I didn't even give her a chance. She wanted to wear basically the "Daisy Dukes" and a hot pink top. The top I didn't mind so much. It wasn't showing off too much, but the shorts needed to be changed.