Go find Raph.

“I’m going to go check on Raph, see you later?” Keira asked.

“Sounds good.” Hope nodded, as the two parted ways.

Keira went to her room, but Raph wasn’t there, so she took a quick shower, before getting dressed and headed downstairs to the dining area to see if he was there. Her brother was chilling at a table by himself, faded blue jeans and a white t shirt, eating chicken wings. When he saw her, he waved her over with a smile.

“Hey sis.” He said, using a cloth napkin to wipe his hands clean of the grease.

“Wing night, huh?” Keira remarked amused.

“Pretty sick right?” He smiled, as it was way better than what they had at their school.

“Tell me about your day.” She said plopping next to him and stealing a wing from his plate, biting into the double breaded lair of crispy skin.

“It was good, mostly. The twins invited me to play touch football, against the local university. The team wasn’t very good though, no one’s allowed to use their powers, and they don’t know how to play without them. This girl was picking on Beth, like a lot, and uh, she lost her temper, and punched her, kind of ending the game on a sour note.”

“Mmm, so Beth blew her fuse.” Keira giggled, between bites.

“Yeah, you could say that.” He chuckled, grabbing another wing. “What about you.”

“I convinced Alaric to let me join him on an excursion to help an Alter like they did you. Except it was a trap, and the Alter was prepared to face off against Alaric and Hope’s powers, but she wasn’t prepared for me.” Keira beamed.

“So, you got into a fight, with someone like us?” He asked, astonished.

“And won, don’t forget.” Keira teased playfully.

“That’s so cool, you’ve always been a bad ass, I guess it makes sense.” He laughed softly.

“Oh my god, I just had a thought.” Keira smiled, cleaning up. “I got to go; I’ll see you later.” She smiled, heading to the kitchen to grab a plate of wings, a napkin, and a bottle of water.

Loaded for bear, she went down into the dungeon where Samara was sitting on her bed, reading a book. Keira hadn’t even noticed that there was a small set of books in the night stand next to the bed. “Hey.” She smiled, trying to open the cell, only to find it locked.

“The key is on the wall above the box.” Samara smiled up at her amused.

“Oh right.” She giggled, grabbing the key, and unlocking the cell. “Anyone bring you dinner yet?”

“No.” Samara said, walking over to the small table.

Heading inside Keira placed the plate of chicken, the napkin, and the water before the beautiful black woman. “Well, consider this an olive branch?”

“I’m not mad at you, you did what you thought was right, and I’m not hungry for chicken.” Samara shrugged.

“I could, try to find something else.” Keira suggested.

“What I want is right here.” The busty black woman smiled, stepping into Keira, and kissing her lush red lips.