"Let's just get this over with," Kyle said, irritated.

Emily lost control and giggled from the ground.

"Don't worry, your butt isn't nearly as attractive in the air as hers is. I'll hurry," Chevalier said.

Emily blushed but laughed again at the odd expression on Travis's face. He was humiliated.

"Kyle, do what Emily did but hook your arm around his head on your way," Chevalier said, standing back.

"What if I take his head off?" Kyle asked.

"Oh true... Emily, trade places with Kyle," Chevalier said.

"What if I take his head off?" Emily asked sarcastically.

Chevalier laughed. "Just do it."

She sighed and stood up as Kyle fell nimbly to his feet. Travis gently lifted her up and slung her over his shoulder. He looked straight forward when he felt the soft skin from her waist on his neck.

"Okay, Em, hook his head on the way," Chevalier said, no longer jealous as he focused on how her movement affected Travis.

Emily groaned when she came up straight, hooked her elbow around Travis's head, and flung herself backwards. Travis lost his balance and fell forward, landing hard on top of her and knocking the wind out of her. He quickly scrambled to his knees by her side.

"Breathe, Emily," he said, helping her sit up. Kyle and Chevalier knelt at her side also.

She waved them off as she gasped for breath. "I'm okay," she was able to say at long last.

"Well, that won't work," Chevalier said, and sighed, then helped Emily to her feet.

"Let's take a break before Em gets hurt," Kyle suggested. "Let me see if I can find a way out of that hold."

"Yeah... sounds good," Emily said, stiffly walking inside. Every muscle in her body ached from that last fall.

Chevalier turned to Travis and Kyle. "Thank you."

They both bowed and headed out when he ran to catch Emily. He picked her up gently and carried her up the stairs. "Are you okay?" he whispered.

She nodded.

As they walked into the bedroom, she heard the doors lock behind her, and he shifted her around so his hands were around her waist with her feet off the floor. "How good are you?"

She smiled and wrapped her legs around him and her arms around his neck. Emily pressed her lips against his.

Chevalier spun and pressed her back against the wall, returning her kiss.

Emily stepped into the jetted tub and winced as the hot water burned her skin, but she continued to sink into the bubbly water. She sighed and leaned back against the tub, relaxed.

"Well, that's a first. You broke my house," Chevalier said, sitting beside her as he started to massage her neck.

Emily smiled broadly. "Who needed that lamp on the wall anyway?"

"Are you okay? Really? Travis hit you pretty hard."

"Yeah I'm okay, but I think you owe me an explanation," she said with her eyes still shut.

"Oh?"

"Are you expecting more trouble?"

"Nothing we know about, but we didn't know about Ian's attack until it was too late either," he said softly.

Emily just nodded. When she got hot, the scars on her neck seemed to stand out more against her skin. They had faded a lot over the last couple of months and were almost invisible most of the time.

"It was smart of them to teach you some self-defense," he said matter-of-factly.

"Yeah it was. I just think maybe they need to figure out how to do it without me."

Chevalier chuckled. "It doesn't work that way."

She glanced over at him. "I'm okay, Chev, really. I know you have work to do. I'm going to get out of here eventually and maybe take Patra for a ride."

He thought about it for a moment. "Take Kyle with you though, okay?"

She nodded, and he stepped out of the room.

Once her muscles relaxed, Emily got out of the jetted tub and dressed quickly, knowing full well that she wasn't headed to the barn. She was glad that her antechamber was empty when she slipped out into the hallway and down the stairs, unnoticed. She held her breath and ran quickly to get to the dark hallway that led down to the prison. She'd followed a young heku down there when he was first assigned to guard duty, so she knew the way by heart.

She pushed open the heavy wooden doors and smiled as two strange heku turned to her, their eyes wide.

"Lady Emily?" one of them said nervously.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen." She smiled sweetly at them. As much as she hated to admit it, she found she could get her way a lot with that smile.

"You shouldn't be down here, child," the other guard stammered out, unsure if he was allowed to say that to her.

"It's okay. I have permission," she said, flashing her green eyes up at him.

He nodded, still unsure, and watched as she walked over to the holding cells.

"Hrm." She looked through the cells. "Which one of you is Paul?"

"He's not all the way with it, Lady Emily," one of the guards said to her.

She turned to face him. "What's wrong with him?"

The guard looked at the other guard and back to Emily. "He umm... well... he went insane I guess, sort of. He mumbles a lot to himself."

Emily frowned and turned to the heku that was sitting in his cell on the floor, talking to a board.

"Let me in," she said to the closest guard.

He gasped, eyes open wide. "Lady Emily, I can't let you in there!"

"Why not?" she asked sweetly.

"He's dangerous... what if he..." The guard shuddered.

She sighed and slid down to the floor, sitting cross-legged in front of the cell.

"Paul?" she asked softly.

He looked up at her and grinned evilly. "Emily."

She fought the urge to run. His eyes were pure evil, and his grin sent shivers down her spine.

"Will you talk to me?" she asked after she'd regained her nerve.

He crawled over to her and inhaled at the bars. "Emily," he said again. His eyes shut as he relished in her scent, then he ran his tongue over his teeth and sighed.

"Will you talk to me?" she asked, again.

"Yes," he hissed, looking at her eyes. Paul sat against the bars, pushing into them to be as close to her as possible.

She leaned a little closer to him and whispered, "Do you know who I am?"

He nodded and watched her neck.

"Who am I?" she asked.

"Lady Emily, a Winchester, and granddaughter to..." He inhaled deeply, and when he opened his eyes again, they were full of hunger. "My master."

"Ulrich is your master?"

He nodded, his eyes falling to the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed.

"Did he send you to watch me or to bring me back?" She tried to ignore the feel of his eyes on her.

"Mmmm, Emily." His tongue reached out and touched the air. He could almost taste her.

"Answer me or I leave." She decided to try that approach.

"To bring you back," he said, now watching the throb of the small vein in her wrist.

"Did he say why?"

"Mmmm, let me taste you, child." He reached out for her, but she pulled away.

"Answer me."

"You are his. You belong to my master, and he wants what is his," he hissed.

"Now that you failed, will he try again?" She shivered at the way he looked at her, and her mouth went dry.

"Mmmm... yes, he'll try." He inhaled again and his body shook. "I bring you to him. He will let me taste, I think."

There was a loud crack as one of the guards hit the bars of Paul's cell with a metal pipe. "You don't talk to her like that, or I'll kill you myself, fiend."

"Master will get you for keeping her to yourself," Paul said to him, and then turned back to Emily. His tongue flicked out toward her again, tasting the air around her. "They feed off her. They should share," he said as he scanned her face with a cruel grin.

"They most certainly do not, and if you ever see Ulrich again, you can tell him from me that it'll be a cold day in hell before I come to him," she said sternly.

"Bonded, though." His eyes glanced at her ring. "Bonded to an immortal. Master knows this."

"Good, then he knows I'm not leaving." She forced herself to meet his eyes, though the sight of them turned her stomach into knots.

"Break it, he will... Mmmm, break it with Paul maybe." His dark eyes were pleased, and his tongue ran along his parched lips.

"What in the hell!?" Travis yelled, pulling Emily to her feet by her arm. "What are you doing down here?"

"I just wanted to talk to him." She pulled her arm, but Travis didn't let go.

"Perry, come with me," Travis ordered one of the guards as he angrily hauled Emily back up the stairs.

She stopped fighting when they stopped at the door to Chevalier's office and knocked. Emily looked over at Perry, and his eyes were terrified.

"Come," she heard Chevalier order.

Travis opened the door and pushed Emily in hard enough that she slammed into the desk. Chevalier was on his feet in an instant, glaring at Travis when he stepped in, followed by Perry. The hostile look on Travis' face was directed at Emily.

"What is going on here?" Chevalier growled.

"Do you want to tell him where I found you?" Travis hissed at her.

Chevalier turned to look at Emily and sighed. "Where, Em?"

"I just wanted to talk to him," she whispered.

"Who?"

Emily shrugged.

"She was sitting cross-legged in front of Paul's cell while he..." Travis paused and took a deep breath.

Chevalier growled. "What?"

Travis turned to Perry. "Word for word," he ordered.