<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">To Evie's immense relief, Atlas agreed to her harsh demand that he not touch her. The other male climbed out of the limo first, extending his hand to her and Maeve, wanting to help whichever one out who wanted to get out first. Evie fixed him with a deadpan look as Maeve took the bullet for the both of them, reaching out to place her smaller, delicate hand in Benjamin's. Evie saw the smile on his face twist into an expression of pain, and for a moment, she was confused. Her eyes darted down just in time to see Maeve releasing his finger, a half assed apology directed his way.<br/>
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The brother in the dark suit climbed out next, leaving Evie in the limo by herself. There was no other way out; the lock on the other door had simply disappeared. Seeking out the driver, she wondered fleetingly if she could convince him to just drive. When Atlas urged her to come on, she swallowed heavily, looking back at him. The other two had disappeared from her limited line of vision, which worried her. She started to move towards the door when a screeching female voice halted her movements, and caused her to lift her head to focus on the girl approaching them. She looked young, perhaps around her own age, but it was evident that she was <i>pissed off</i>.<br/>
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Watching the interaction between Atlas and the unknown female, Evie momentarily forgot that she needed to get out of the limo. Moving closer to the edge, she placed her booted feet onto the ground and finally pulled herself out of the limo, her eyes scanning the immediate area. As the girl continued to question Atlas about Evie and Maeve's presence, Evie felt her own nose wrinkling. "Go ahead. Explain why we're here." Evie snapped, slamming the limo door shut behind her. As if that had been the cue the driver was waiting for, the car immediately started moving. Jumping out of the way, even though she'd been in the clear, she watched the limo turn around to leave the driveway.<br/>
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Movement somewhere to her side drew her attention away from the sleek black vehicle, and she turned in time to see Benjamin grip Maeve's wrist and twist, pulling her close to him. "Hey!" Evie took a step in their direction, but he stopped her with a raised finger. Digging her heels into the dirt, she scowled in his direction. "Let her <i>go</i>. It's bad enough that we're here- you don't have to hurt her, too!"</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">---</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">Benjamin didn't expect Maeve to reach out so calmly and take his hand, so when she did, his smile did actually turn a shade or two more genuine. But then she showed her true colors, gripping his little finger in hers and twisting. Sucking in air through his teeth, he grimaced, snatching his hand away as she simultaneously released his finger. <i>Bitch</i>. He kept the thought to himself, stepping aside to give her room. She could walk a few paces and explore if she wanted, but once Evie was out they'd be headed for the house. <br/>
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He heard Trin screeching from the porch and outwardly groaned. The woman approached them, and Atlas thought it would be funny to tell her the girls were a birthday present. Ben snorted- it was funny, actually, considering how pissy it made her. "Oh is that when your birthday is?" Ben quipped, rubbing at his twisted finger to try and make the throbbing stop. "I wasn't aware. Guess we'll have to return your presents, then." He shrugged, acting nonchalant about the whole situation. Not that Evie and Maeve were her presents anyway. <br/>
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Evie pushing herself out of the limo direction Ben's attention that way. Her smartass comments weren't needed or appreciated, but the look on her face as she jumped out of the way of the limo made him openly smirk. "Trust me, you won't get run over. You won't be that lucky." He promised her, his gaze shifting to Maeve. While she wasn't paying attention, he reached out and gripped her wrist, twisting her arm and pulling her close to him. Her back was to his front, his face basically right next to hers over her shoulder. He didn't care if the movement was painful to her, and even tightened his grip some to get that point across.<br/>
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"Just remember, whatever you do to me I can find a way to do to you, tenfold." His warning was soft yet dark in her ear, his eyes on the other girl as she protested. Holding up a finger to halt her, he simply smiled. "You two could actually come to like it here, if you'd give it a chance." Tightening his grip for just a second more he finally released Maeve, gesturing towards the house. "Trinity, would you like to lead the way?" He asked her, knowing that she liked to be included. She was a nosy little brat; maybe asking her to lead would get her off of their backs, if only for an instant.</span></span>