KAHLAN, CHAD, AND SANDINO Sandino looked behind him and sure enough it was Chad. He stood there with a blank expression on his face. What did he see? How long was he there? "Hey," Chad said, voice deep, first looking at his best friend and then at me. "What are you doing here Dino?" Dino looked. "Relationship advice," Sandino answered, taking his hands from around me. "No one knows more than Kahlan." Chad walked a little closer and just continued to stare. I hadn't been accused of anything...yet, and I already wanted to spill the beans and bust out with apologies. "Yes," I added, "Sandino has decided that there isn't any other girl that he is interested in besides Brooke." Sandino looked back at me, his face displaying disappointment, then he turned his attention back to Chad. "Kahlan makes an excellent point," Sandino replied, "I've decided to give Brooke another chance. I just had to thank her for all her help with a kiss--HUG!" I looked at Sandino, wanting to slap him upside hi

KAHLAN AND DAMON Damon had found an ad that seemed to have everything he was looking for. One bedroom, one bathroom, close to the beach. That was all he needed and it was in his price range. He pulled up to a tiny house, seeing the 'For Rent' sign almost immediately. The place looked bigger and nicer than he thought. His initial thought was to get an apartment, then he thought about how he planned to stay here. So, he looked into houses too, just in case. He got out of the car, having the home stand over him, blocking him from the sun. He wanted to take a closer look, so he did. He had reached the front door, seeing that it had a doorbell. There was only one window at the front of the house, and as you looked in, he saw a hallway with tile floor, and a nicely carpeted living room. He wanted to see more, so he made his way around the side, only to be stopped by a fence and someone crying. He looked around, thinking that maybe someone was hurt, or he was hearing things. Then, he looked

KAHLAN AND ASHLEY "It's Monday." That was my first sentence of the day. God, I hate Mondays, this Monday in particular. Today, I would go to school and face Chad and Sandino. I hadn't spoken to neither of them and our conversations hadn't ended on a good note. Then there was James Blake...His name meant trouble and seeing him meant worse. How would he be at school? Would he approach me? And last, I would meet with Damon Meir. He was going to be full of questions. There was no doubt about it. As I walked onto the school campus, the first person I saw was Ashley. "Sooo, how was your weekend?" She asked. I looked over at her, letting out a sigh. She gave a chuckle, as she worked to put her long hair into a messy bun. "That bad huh?" She squinted, trying to keep the bright light from the morning sun out of her eyes as she looked at me. "You have no idea." She hooked on to my arm, eyes still on me. "Why don't you tell me about it?" I stared. There was nothing wrong with talking

THE MEIR FAMILY "How was your day?" Ella asked Damon, as he threw himself on to the couch, setting his bag down on the floor, in the usual spot. He let out a yawn, before answering. "It was good." "How about your client? How is she?" Ella didn't know too much about Kahlan. She knew that she had lost family members, but that was about it. "She's fine. I think she may be getting better." "That's good." He stood up, stretching. Ella watched him intently. "I'm so tired." Another yawn took place. "I didn't get much sleep last night." "Why not?" Ella questioned. He shrugged. "I don't know. I guess there is just too much going on in my mind." Just like that, his mind went back to Kahlan. She was starting to take over his every thought. He flashed back to their secret moment, and it was like he could feel all the hair on his body stand up. That was the feeling that he was trying to chase away. "I'm going to take a nap." "Do you want to eat dinner first?" She asked.

KAHLAN AND DAMON I stood at the sliding door, looking out at the backyard through the thick glass, still not wanting to face Damon. How could he be so careless and leave my personal file out, lying around where anyone could get a hold of it. "Do you believe me?" I heard him ask. I turned around. "Yes." I answered. He walked closer. "I am so sorry for my sister. I don't know what's wrong with her---."I put my hand up, cutting him off. He stared. "As long as you don't think those things about me...because there is nothing wrong with me. I'm not depressed, or emotionally unstable." He stared, shaking his head. "Yes. I know that now. It's different. I think you are a strong beautiful woman, amazing. I love the way you embrace life and your sarcastic way. I love that you're stubborn and I believe that you can take care of yourself mentally and emotionally. You're great--- you're independent." I stared at him, as all of this seemed to come pouring out of his mouth. "Is t