"What would you do if your dirty little secret got out, hmm?" she purrs. "What would the people think of you then?" "Try me," he shoots back, defiant. She smiles again. Blair pulls close to James, lips close to his ear. "You see, Mr. Kayne... "It's just so good being bad." Pulling away, she turns quickly, dress flying with a flourish. It trails behind her, the color of blood. Her heels echo against the marble. Soon, she is lost in the crowd.... She was dead. Not anymore. He was innocent. Not for long. The villain with a vendetta; the hero with a secret... AN:/ Story under construction!! Working on storyline edits and character developments