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She laughed breathily, leaning down to plant soft kisses along his neck gently.
(Zoop?)
"I know you don't," she told him quietly, cupping his jaw in her hands. "But that's mainly because you have a big crush on me."
Alyssa turned her back to Fleur, turning out the light.
Her hand curled in his shirt and she rested her forehead against his, staying silent.
She frowned, lying back in the bed. "Just go to bed. We'll talk about it in the morning."
She hesitated, considering this. "I want to get it over with," she said quietly. "Maybe tomorrow night."
"I don't want you to risk it, Fleur," she said. "You can't go back."
She looked relieved. There was a silence before she moved, shifting into his lap and slipping her arms around his neck.
She frowned, crossing her arms. "He's not going to let Ferris go," she said. "He's been wanting to get him for a long time."
She shook her head immediately. "I want you to be as far as you possibly can be," she told him. "I want you safe more than I want you close."
"There are no guards who can defend you against Romero, Fleur," Alyssa said seriously. "You can't go. Ferris wouldn't want it."
She looked relieved. "...really?"
"No, but you can't go in alone. And he wants me, then, at least. Why else would they put Ferris in an ad?"
She hesitated, folding her hands. "A month, at least."
She shook her head instantly. "No, Fleur. That's what he wants."
"A week?" she replied, sounding a little hopeless. "I don't know if I can get out in a week, Abel..."
He was quiet before he hung his head and the ad switched away to the old movie that had presumably been interrupted by the ad break. Fleur might...
She sighed, her shoulders slumping a little. "I won't die in there, Abel. Eve doesn't want to kill me."
She flipped back a couple channels and stopped on a view of Ferris. To the untrained eye, he might look fine, but Fleur would be able to...
