Who knows......

Sometimes a girl needs to run. Sometimes a girl needs to fight. Sometimes... A girl just needs you. Abbey skidded off the roof, realizing all to late that she couldn't catch herself . The ground came rushing up at her, the three stories from the roof to New York alley suddenly didn't feel so far apart. But right as she clenched her eyes together and steeled herself for the impact it didn't come. Instead she found herself craddled in exceptionally strong arms. She opened one eye and looked up at her savior, a rueful grin finding itself onto her face. Casamir Ivashkov didn't change his expression, he just looked cool and indifferently at her. "You aren't ready to be out here alone, Abbey." He spoke to her formally, finally a small frown making it's way to his lips, puckering his forehead. Abbey sighed impatiently as he made to set her down on her feet, right as a howl split the air. Abbey hissed and backed up against the wall, her nails hooking and becoming claws. Casamir shook his head and lightly but firmly grabbed her wrist, pulling her down the alley towards the busy streets. "You've made yourself known. They're just making it clear they see us." He looked coldly towards the tops of the buildings, his cold and intelligent blue eyes scanning for invisible shapes. Abbey shivered and found herself pressing closer to his side. He looked down in suprise, but just wrapped his arm around her shoulders and kept them moving. Abbey knew deep down he was right about everything, but something inside her wanted to break away and fight.

but that wasn't what princess' did, and that was exactly what Abbey was. Casimir coninued pulling her along the streets until a dark and unmarked car loomed over them. He pushed her inside gently and slid in after her. "Mis- Abbey, you really shouldn't try and leave. I can't pretect you if you run from me." His voice was calm and caculating, not at all scolding as Kolten's was. She looked up at her guardian and sighed softly, pushing gentle white-blond curls from her face. "But I am a fighter, and that's something everyone needs to see, not just you and Kolten." Abbey turned towards the window and watched the buildings zoom by. Abbey was seventeen, nearly eighteen, and knew little of her parents. She hadn't grown up royalty, that was something she'd more or less stumbled into. But even after these few months she was expected to act and think like a girl who was raised within the secret society of Morieati. Casimir gently layed his hand on her shoulder then removed it, letting her know he understood all to well.