Angelle's mine, but Joss owns the rest.

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Nightmares....what most people call bad dreams or what happens when reality becomes your bad dream, which would classify my particular situation. Not that going back to Persephone was a bad thing, but not to save a woman, who had not only insulted my entire family, but had completely ignored her own captain's warnings, though I'm not quite sure she considered him that. God, I so wanted to tell her 'I told you so.'

It had been awhile since I had been to this part of town and with Mal on my left and Zoe on my right, one would think we were preparing to storm the castle. Fortunately, we had left good ole Jayne back on the ship, for fear his trigger happy ways could spell more trouble than help and there was the whole thing about the...well, I leave that as the surprise.

Now, there are only three places that I have found that truly scare me, one being inside a gator, the other staring down the barrel of my own gun, and finally, anywhere that made me feel like a woman. After you've been killing gators, sexing in the swamp, and, well, driving a vehicle that is larger than most houses, the word woman falls a might short, but all that was about to change. Welcome to number three.

As we walked up to the beautiful, ornate building, one could see that whoever lived here had money and more than probably even the great Atherton Wing. You could hear the water of a fountain trickling and the singing of a few birds as I knocked gently on the large oak door. When it opened, an older gentlemen complete with dark jacket and tie answered.

“Come in, Miss Marcs and guests,”he said and I knew the person who owned the place was expecting me. Dad had made good on his word.

“Just have a seat and I will let Mistress know you are here.”

As the butler walked off, I heard Mal whistle low in his throat. It was no wonder as the beautiful entry way did nothing for the gorgeous parlor that was off the right and the place we wer