"Is this your way of distracting me from tonight?” I ask Izzy who nervously laughs as she pushes her long, blonde hair over her shoulder, looking away from me.

“No, of course not,” she says, proving my point that it is.

“I know Harley is fighting tonight, and I know you think distracting me by taking me out shopping for baby clothes is going to stop me worrying or something, but it’s not going to work. I can’t stop thinking about tonight, and every part of me just wants to tie my giant to a chair,” I tell her, and she gives me a worried look as we walk through the shop.

“Don’t you think I worry?” Izzy comments.

“I know you do, it’s just . . . I can’t lose him,” I say when we get outside the shop, and Izzy puts an arm around me.

“I feel the same every time one of them fights, but this is the Kings. Since I met them, I know they are strong, and they walk out of that Cage every . . . damn . . . time. This is the last one, Tilly, and then, they are all free of their past, and Harley finally has someone waiting for him,” she tells me, and her eyes, so much like Harley’s, watch me with concern. Izzy looks as tired as I do, with dark eyes and even her clothes look like she didn’t spend time ironing them this morning, much like mine. I woke up to find Harley in the gym, beating the crap out of a punching bag. He didn’t even notice me there, not as I looked at the scars on his back that looked like knife cuts and the way his muscular back almost hides the scars. I never interrupted him because I didn’t know what to say. Watching him fight a punching bag like that made me realise how he has to fight tonight.

“I just didn’t expect to finally be happy with an amazing guy and have to watch him do something that could kill him,” I say.

“I know, Tilly. I wish I could tell you not to worry and that you’re going to get your happy ending, but I can’t. I’m just as scared as you,” she says. A woman walks past with her baby in a pushchair, and I smile. My mum and dad have my baby for the day, and I’ve still not been able to come up with a name for her. I actually have to before the six-week deadline to register her birth, and yet, here I am, not choosing her name and calling her ‘baby girl’. My parents have actually said ‘baby girl’ suits her, so I know I need to change it before my poor daughter gets stuck with that nickname for the rest of her life. That would not be a good nickname when she is a teenager. Baby girl has the whole family in love with her, well make that two families. She has the Fox’s and King’s wrapped around her tiny fingers. Even my brothers take turns holding her, and I actually saw Ace kissing her forehead yesterday when I took her over to see them.

"I just think you could use some girl time, and also I want to hear about how you and my brother– Well actually, no I don’t," she says, shuddering a little.

"You want to know how we got together?" I ask, laughing a little but getting what she is asking me.

"Yes, exactly," she says, thankful for my save.

"I think it’s just because I get him. There isn’t anything else to it. And, for your information, we haven’t done anything but kiss,” I say, though, not for my lack of trying. I know Harley doesn’t want to take things further than a kiss, but it’s teasing to have all these kisses, and nothing else.

“Really?” Izzy asks, with a little bit of shock.

“He doesn’t want to be with me and then hurt me if he doesn’t return from the cage. He still kisses me, but we don’t share a bed. It’s so frustrating as he is so–”

“Brother, remember?” she says with a scrunched-up face. "No, I kind of get why he hasn’t taken things further with you. To him, you mean more than just sex," she says. “But, no more talk about Harley like that. I see him as a dad figure.” We walk around a few more of the shops, and I buy some new baby clothes and some boots.

“Should we get some lunch?” Izzy asks, nodding her head towards the café on the other side of the shopping centre. There are plants lined down the middle, and it says the local school children have been planting them. For everything, this village has hidden, like the Cage, and the way Harley told me the police act around here, there are good things. I guess the motto that the good comes with the bad applies to this place.

"Izzy do you know how to get to the Cage?" I ask her randomly, and she gives me a shocked look.

"Yes, but I can’t take you there. Not after what I told you. Arthur is dangerous," she tells me.

“I know, just some part of me wants to be there for him. He said he wouldn’t take me there, but if you told me the way . . .”

“I agree with Harley here. The Cage is dangerous, Tilly,” she tells me, and I sigh. I knew her answer before she said it. I look back over at the café, seeing a wave of blonde hair on a tall guy. He is standing with sunglasses on, his arms crossed as he watches me from the other side of the line of plants in the middle of the shopping centre. I know it’s him, as he looks my way, and fear fills every part of me. I zone out, not listening to Izzy talk on as I stop walking to just stare at Daniel through the plants. At least, I think it's him. Even thinking his name scares me. A couple of people pass in front of the plants, and then, he is gone, making me snap out of it, and I step backwards.

"Tilly?" Izzy shakes my arm. "You’re shaking, what did you see?" Izzy asks looking around, and I shake my head.

"Daniel was here, I’m sure of it," I mutter, and Izzy wraps an arm around me.

"I doubt he was, you must have just been seeing things," she says, and I shake my head. Knowing she might be right, but I can’t shake the feeling that it was him here.

“Tristan, don’t think you can just walk away from me!” I hear a woman shout, and it gets our attention as a woman runs past us and grabs onto the arm of a man. The man turns, looking down at her. He has a nasty-looking scar running down one side of his face, and messy, black hair that needs a cut. He has a leather jacket on, pierced eyebrows, and his lip has a ring in it. The woman also has black hair, which is shoulder-length, with a thin waist, and she is very beautiful.

“You don’t get it, Tria, this, me, isn’t anything to do with you,” Tristan says, and she lets go of his arm.

“That’s Allie’s brother and the nurse that was looking after him,” Izzy whispers to me.

“So, when you’re getting drunk in a bar at ten in the morning, I’m meant to walk past?” Tria asks.

“Yes. What’s so wrong with that?” Tristan replies.

“Tristan, everything is wrong with that,” she says, and he laughs.

“Leave me alone, Tria. Face the fact that you can’t fix me and move on. I don’t want to be fixed,” he says and storms off, disappearing into the crowd. Tria stands watching him before turning and walking away.

“I’m guessing that Tris got a lot closer to his nurse than he told Allie.”

“Are you going to say something?”

“No. Allie told me that Tristan has given up on life. He doesn’t care about anything anymore, but what I just saw–”

“Is a man that cares about someone, I agree,” I say, there was no missing the way he looked at her, despite what he said.

“Let’s hope Tria doesn’t give up.”

“I don’t think she will, she didn’t seem to be giving up on Tristan at all,” I comment, and Izzy smiles, hooking her arm in mine.

“Should we tell Harley about how you might have seen Daniel?”

“No, not with the fight so close, and I bet it’s not even him. I just didn’t sleep much last night; in fact for weeks. It’s just stress messing with my head,” I reassure her as I can’t be sure it was him.