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They stopped a block away from Itward's home. The three of them exited the vehicle, Farrel fixing his ears in the reflection of a window before Heron ushered them along towards a large house with an even larger gate. "Welcome to the Cherubim estate," she grumbled. It was nearly midnight now, the perfect time for a home visit, apparently. Heron had work tomorrow and Cress, well, she would just be waiting in Heron's apartment, so it wasn't like it mattered. Heron pushed a button on the gate, crossing her arms. "Itward? It's me! It's Heron, let me in!" She spoke into an invisible camera. "Can't believe I'm doing this." She muttered, grasping Cress by the hip, almost as though it were a reflex. Farrel didn't seem nervous in the least, unlike Cress and Heron, especially Heron.
The gate opened, the three of them walking inside. The door opened as though someone were waiting for them, but there was no one there. It was creepy, almost. "This way," Heron led the way. Itward was waiting for them in in what Cress assumed was a parlor or drawing room. Before he could catch sight of him, Farrel slunk away, going to find out where Aya was being hidden and hopefully rescue her. "I thought you weren't speaking to me?" Itward asked casually, inspecting his nails. Heron crossed through the threshold, Itward's eyes flickering upwards. They went immediately to Cress, whom Heron was attempting to obscure behind her. "What's that? A new girl toy for you to play with?" Cress's cheeks heated up immediately, her rabbit ears twitching.
"That's why I'm here." Heron said softly, taking a seat on the opposite end of the room. She grabbed Cress's wrist, pulling her onto her lap. "Itward, there are rebels listening." Heron of course, worked for the Queen. To betray the rebels meant ensuring her future and good standing as a knight, but she wasn't going to let an innocent girl continue to be tortured. "Heron, what are you doing?" Cress whispered, Heron's grip tightening around her. "This girl is related to the Princess, I rescued her from the rebels. They followed us here, I'm sure they're listening right now." She was going off script, she was going rogue. What was Heron thinking? Itward leaned forward. "Ridiculous, the Princess does-"
"It's true," Cress cut him off. "E-Princess Narisia and I are sisters." Itward was silent for a moment. "How can this be? The Queen nor Princess ever made mention of another heir." They needed to abort the mission, Heron had spilled too much and yet-this was Cress's best chance of getting close to Ellie. "You can test my blood," Cress held out her arm. "If you truly are related to the Princess, you can't stay with my womanizer of a sister. You'll stay here, I'll appoint a room for you and-"
"No, I'd rather stay with Heron." Cress... trusted Heron more than she did Itward. She knew that Heron wouldn't purposely hurt her, she wasn't so sure about this redhead. "Nio!" Itward called outside the room, "grab me the blood kit!" He closed the door behind him. "How is Nio?" Heron asked softly, Itward sat back down. "She doesn't want to see you," he replied stiffly. Heron grit her jaw, her teeth grinding together. "I understand," Heron replied reluctantly. Itward rose when someone knocked, obscuring Cress and Heron's view. "Hold out your arm," Cress did as told, the cold wipe against her forearm making her slightly nauseous. The needle was different, it was more of a suction cup than anything. She watched as he tapped it against the vein, the suction pulling blood up almost immediately. There was no pain, none of the inconviences of earth.
"How are you gonna test it?" Heron asked, wondering if Itward had the Princess's DNA stored somewhere, which wouldn't surprise her. "Computers Heron, they do all of the leg work these days. Honestly," he shook his head, turning to the large computer that Cress had just noticed. He placed the vial into a slot, the computer reading her DNA. Cress watched, slightly entranced.
Only one match came up, Princess Narisia.
"Impossible, the DNA is near identical."