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The New Circle 66/? 
18th-Jul-2013 07:29 pm
Chloe---spell
The Secret Circle Part Three smaller

Title: The New Circle
Fandoms: Smallville/Secret Circle
Characters: Chloe Sullivan, Clark Kent, Pete Ross, Lana Lang, Whitney Fordman, Greg Arkin, Nell Potter, John Blackwell, Gabe Sullivan, Lex Luthor, Davis Bloome, Jason Teague, Tess Mercer, Oliver Queen, Patricia Swan...
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Chloe Sullivan had a normal-ish life before the circle and John Blackwell turned her life upside down and gave new meaning to the unexplained weirdness that goes on in Smallville. Now life's a witch, she's a part of a circle she's not too sure she wants to be bound to, and not only do they have to worry about Witch-Hunters, but unknowingly to them another circle is on the hunt too.
Wanna thank tenshinrtaiga for betaing!


Morgan Edge had a mad dog look in his eyes that made Chloe uneasy to her bones as she met with him the next day, Marx having pulled strings incredibly fast after her phone call to him the night before. She'd made sure that the meeting between herself and the Metropolis Crime Lord (organized by a wary Marx) took place during the day in a very heavily populated mall. She knew that he had his men blending in with the customers just as her own people were, and the thought of an all-out war in the middle of the humans was nerve-wracking and yet something she was willing to risk. She needed to find out if the information she'd been given was true, and if so, why Morgan Edge had her brother and what was his price to let him go.

"I'm curious as to how you got this information." Morgan Edge eyed her, reminding her somewhat of Rutger Hauer, tilting his head to the side as he observed her. "I keep my business secret."

"So you do have Byron Moore." Chloe took in a deep breath, refusing to grow excited or worried. "I'm willing to pay a lot of money to buy his freedom from you."

"You're not going to ask why I have him?" the older man asked curiously.

"I'm not sure I want to know the reason," she admitted.

He smiled darkly. "His mother was my baby sister."

Chloe's eyes widened in horror, unable to keep her emotions repressed anymore as the air around them grew hot. "You're imprisoning your own nephew?"

"You don't seem to have all the information, Miss Balcoin. I'm not imprisoning my nephew." Morgan Edge leaned back. "I'm protecting him."

The blonde narrowed her gaze at him in confusion. "I don't follow."

"You see, my sister kept the identity of Byron's father a secret from everyone, even myself. Ekaterina knew that we didn't trust John Balcoin or his associate, and yet she was seduced by him while I was away and gave birth to his child. For years we didn't know the parentage of that child and we loved him... and then once he hit puberty, the truth of his conception was revealed to us all as the dark magic in his veins surfaced." Morgan took in a deep breath. "Do you know what they said about Francis Balcoin? About the consequence of whatever it is he did to possess dark magic?"

"They said he went insane with his darkest desires." Chloe had read that in the Balcoin book of spells under a section that'd been dedicated to Francis Balcoin and yet was vaguer than she would have liked. "They say that his descendants also tended to have their own forms of dementia due to the unnaturalness of the dark magic flowing through their veins."

"And you must realize that that is so, living with three of your siblings." Morgan Edge knew more about her than she liked. "From what I've managed to research after discovering that John's firstborn child had taken over and was forming a Balcoin household, rebuilding the Balcoin Clan – each one of your siblings have shown some sort of psychosis."

"Is that so?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Take your younger sister Cassie, for example. She's clearly got strong tendencies towards psychotic rage, easily giving into her murderous desires. She's killed before your father's death; a witch hunter who tried to kill them, true, but still, one would think that she'd have some sort of emotional reaction to the fact that she can kill, as would any normal person. She's sociopathic, lacking empathy, and always finds a way to justify what she does, no matter what it is," Morgan Edge declared, his judgmental attitude ridiculous considering he was a great crime lord who was behind some of the most violent criminal activity in Metropolis. "Your brother Mikhail is classically asocial, living in the world yet having no interest or use for it or the people in it. There's so much raw talent in that boy, but he has no interest in using it unless for trivial matters that amuse him like his gambling ring and the column in your high school newspaper." He took a sip of his coffee before continuing. "Your sister Diana, what can I say about her? Well, not only does she not face her problems, she runs away from them in her fear and her need to avoid confrontation. She lacks the connection to anything to actually feel the need to fight for it – like her old Circle, her relationship with that boy in it, or her relationship to the Meade family after Charles was discovered not to be her father. She has an innate inability to actually confront the issues at hand." He took another sip of his coffee. "And your brother Pete is a classic obsessive Balcoin male who fixates on a mission, or in his case a girl, and cares about nothing else, will do all he has to in order to get what he wants. Will follow the mission, the girl, to the ends of the world and do whatever is needed to accomplish his means."

Chloe kept her chin raised, defiant, not happy with the judging of her siblings and yet not able to really refute anything he'd said.

"And you, Miss Balcoin." Morgan Edge finished his coffee before beginning. "I've been keeping a close eye on you since Lionel discovered who you were and that his son was keeping you from him. I'll admit that at first, I wanted to see whether you looked more like Moira or John, but afterwards, I was just fascinated by you and your exploits. You've become a pet project of mine." He smirked at the grim line of her mouth. "I mean that as a compliment, not many things can fascinate me."

Chloe took in a deep breath, sorely uncomfortable.

"But as I was saying, you, as the Firstborn, are heavily flawed as well and at times I think you have a bit of multiple personalities inside you." He eyed her curiously. "One second you're an innocent, normal teenaged girl, then the next you're a naturally talented witch cunningly doing whatever you need to get your way, the next you're a mother to five problematic teenagers, and then next you're the devil incarnate standing between one of your Circle and an ancient Moroccan demon."

Chloe's eyes widened at the extent of the knowledge this man had on her.

"But in trying to explain my main point, I've strayed." Morgan took in a deep breath, leaning hard on his chair. "My nephew has inherited a Balcoin sickness – a Balcoin madness – that is uncontrollable in its best of times."

Chloe frowned, leaning forwards. "What are you talking about?"

"He has a malady that is rare, yet has been known to occur in the Balcoin lineage thanks to their dark magic." Morgan eyed her intently. "I suppose you could say, like yourself, he can be different people, and yet, for my nephew there are only two personalities. There is Byron and then there's Dark Byron. The reason he has to be contained the way he is is due to the fact that as he's grown older, the Dark personality has grown stronger and stronger, and he is a violent and unlikable character, mostly animalistic, monstrous. And it would appear that sunlight seems to be some sort of trigger of the Dark personality."

That was why Byron was kept in darkness.

"If this is a Balcoin sickness then there has to be some sort of treatment for it." Chloe narrowed her eyes, unable to believe that the Balcoins would just keep their own living like that. Not out of the goodness of their hearts, but because Balcoins found any weakness disgusting and would prefer to kill the person than keep them alive and locked up.

"I have heard that there was a way to keep the personalities in check, but I have yet to find any credible way of doing so," Morgan responded. "And now we get to the reason why I agreed to meet you."

Chloe took in a deep breath.

"Female Firstborns are few and rare in the Balcoin family, did you know that?"

Chloe blinked, having heard something about that. It was why the Enthrallment has been such a rare and coveted ability. "Yes."

"In fact, you are the third that I know of in Balcoin history," he surprised her by declaring. "The First Balcoin witch, the Founder of the Balcoins in the Six, was a woman. And after her, only one other Firstborn was a female. Would you like to know what they had in common?"

"Sure." She licked her lips.

"Both women ruled during the two periods in the Balcoin lineage in which there was peace and prosperity. They were true Souls for the Balcoin family. Francis Balcoin might have made the Balcoin a family to fear, to worship and respect, but those two Firstborns made the Balcoins loved. Something they haven't been for far too long." Morgan leaned forwards on the seat. "They were said to have a deeper connection to the Family, to the clan. They were said to have a special binding magic, similar to their Enthrall, which not only naturally drew those around them closer but had a healing affect, especially if there was physical touch."

"But that was before the Balcoin magic was turned to Dark Magic," Chloe reminded softly, seeing where Morgan was going with this. "Dark Magic would nullify any healing ability. I can't heal Byron like they would have been able to."

"Don't be too sure about that." Morgan Edge raised an eyebrow. "Cassie Blake stopped herself mid murderous spree due to your intervention. A mere slap should not have been enough to stop her, not when she was not only tainted by her own hatred but also by the abomination." He raised his hand to stop Chloe when her eyes widened as his wording and would have asked, the man continuing. "Mikhail is willing integrating himself into your world, into your activities, into your battles. He's making an effort to please you and show his worth." He raised an eyebrow. "Diana Blake is in the middle of the most uncomfortable and problematic time in her life; her father killed Cassie – she killed Mikhail's father – and she's living with both of them. But she's not running away from her troubles, her problems. She's staying there and fighting through them." He snorted. "Your other brother is still as obsessively following the girl – but he's not with you, is he?"

Chloe just stared at Morgan in deep thought, trying to take in all he was saying, what he was implying.

"Even those who aren't your blood are drawn to you. The Chamberlain girl and the Dunleavy boy, the TouchSight and your ever faithful Hand." Morgan continued to eye her as if she were a fascinating creature to study. "And not only them, but Lionel's boy and his Circle are drawn to you too. Lex would have never tried to keep anything from his father before, and yet look at you, still under his protection."

Chloe frowned in confusion at that.

"Lionel and I are good friends, have been since childhood, but if you truly are who I think you are, then I too will defy him as Lex has." Morgan took in a deep breath. "I want you to meet Byron."

Chloe's eyes widened. "I'd – I'd like that."

"Good." He stood. "Then follow me." His gaze went to their surroundings. "Your Circle can come as well."

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"While the blow was deep, yes, his condition was worsened by the tainted magic in his veins, by being left to bleed out, and then his body also went through a shock when the tainted magic was expelled from him," the Shaman, or Witch Doctor, declared as he addressed Jason's Circle and his parents. "His body has gone through multiple traumas, almost simultaneously, and it's affected his healing."

"How so doctor?" Genevieve Teague was obviously doing her best to stay composed.

"To be quite frank, Mrs Teague, something in your son is stopping his healing." The doctor turned to her.

"I don't understand how that's possible," Edward Teague pressed. "Witches have a higher healing ability than humans, so why would there be something in him keeping him from healing?"

"It's not like he's a Dabbler either." Tess frowned, once again rubbing against the scar where her finger had been reattached and was now fully healed, just going to show their greater healing capabilities. "He should already be getting better. It doesn't make any sense."

"Are you saying that someone else is keeping him from healing?" Lex wanted to know, face impassive. "Someone else's magic?"

The group went silent at the thought because the only other person whose magic could do that would be the Firstborn's.

"No." The doctor shook his head. "Consider it like an allergic reaction to the mixture of things he's come into contact with. His body is in shock and confused right now, as is his magic, and it's halting any activity, which is preferable considering I've seen magic react similarly in cases like this but instead of halting the healing, it began attacking the body, mistakenly considering it the threat."

Oliver frowned. "So his prognostic is optimistic?"

The doctor paused, obviously thinking his words over carefully, before answering. "We have the best healers in the county working on him, and they will heal him, that is not the question that should be asked."

"Then what is the question that should be asked?" Davis narrowed his eyes.

"The question is, my dear boy," the doctor turned his old gaze on the young man, "how the trauma to his body might manifest itself once he's awoken."

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"I don't like this," Whitney hissed, grabbing Chloe's arm and pulling her apart from the others as they walked down towards the dungeon area where Byron was supposedly being kept. "This could very well be a trap."

"Or he could be telling the truth and my brother's down there," Chloe countered, slipping loose from Whitney's hold as she continued after the group, joining Diana's side, the brunette having turned to look at them curiously when they'd stopped.

Morgan motioned Chloe closer as they arrived at a door, which he opened by placing his thumb against a screen. Below was darkness. He motioned for Chloe to lead the way.

"I'll go first." Greg stepped forwards, giving Morgan a distrustful look before taking a step into the darkness, beginning to descend deeper.

Morgan turned to Chloe. "I do not want to overwhelm him, the rest must stay here."

"Dude, you've got to be joking." Lucas sneered. "There's no way that we're letting only her and TouchSight down there."

Chloe sent him a look.

Lucas looked away, silenced and yet clearly displeased with this.

Chloe turned to Morgan, voice soft, eyes determined. "If you try and hurt them while I'm gone-"

His grin silenced her. "Your Circle is safe, Miss Balcoin." He then motioned for her once more to continue down below.

Taking in a deep breath, Chloe descended slowly into the darkness, hand finding a railing and using it to lead herself downwards until finally she stepped off of the steps and onto the floor, feeling the magical anchors in this room almost immediately, how they were draining. She turned toward Morgan as he descended, about to tell him that if this was a trap then-

But the sound of chains made her pause and turn towards the darkest darkness as the door above them closed shut. "Hello?"

Greg whispered a chant, an orb of light appearing over his palm, shedding enough light in the room to see that half of it was partitioned off with a see-through wall dividing their section of the room with the one in which Byron Moore sat on, looking at them in silence.

"Uncle – Uncle Morgan?" Byron pulled on his chains tighter before his dark browns rested on Chloe and his eyes widened. "You."

"Hey." Chloe moved to the glass, pressing her hand against it, disgusted by the fact that he was caged like this, even if he seemed to have a nice little room on that side of the glass.

"I've dreamt of you." Byron's voice was a whisper as he stood, seeming fascinated and confused. "How-?"

Morgan moved to Chloe and pressed his thumb against a screen, the door opening. He didn't give Chloe any indication of what he was going to do before he pushed her inside as the door was closing.

"Let her out of there!" Greg snarled.

Chloe pounded against the glass.

The orb of light fluttering over Greg's palm burst into flames before the witch threw it at the glass – the fire fizzling out.

"The strongest anti-magic symbols envelope this room," Morgan Edge declared. "But Balcoin magic is strong enough to – It still fights it." His gaze went to Byron. "It's why we can't let him touch us."

"This is stupid." Chloe's voice was a hiss as she took in a breath and turned towards Byron, giving him a little smile as she moved towards him. "I don't know if you remember much about our shared dream, but I'm your sister."

Byron moved to push against the wall. "Don't come closer."

"I'm not going to hurt you," she promised.

"It's not you that I'm worried about." Byron looked around him, clearly nervous. "I – I sometimes-"

"I know, your uncle told me about the Dark you." She slowly drew closer, as if approaching an injured animal that was scared and apt to attack in self defense. "There's no sunlight now, Byron. I'm safe. We're fine."

Byron's gaze shifted to his uncle before widening in horror. "No! Don't!"

But it was too late. Morgan had pressed a button and a metal plate behind them shifted, letting sunlight in.

Chloe's eyes widened in horror as Byron's reaction to the magic was instinctive, a scream ripping from his mouth as his muscles rippled, growing larger, his eyes bleeding black and his features almost sharper as he turned his inhuman gaze on her. "Byron?"

"I told you you should have stayed away." His voice distorted as he grabbed her by her throat, lifting her easily off of the floor and slamming her hard against the wall, cutting off most of her oxygen.

"What are you doing?" Greg snarled, turning to Morgan. "He'll kill her!"

"If he can kill her then she's no good to me," Morgan snapped.

Chloe grabbed the hand that held her, tightening her grip on it as she stared into those inky black eyes, her Balcoin magic curling in her stomach. "By-Byron... p-please..."

He tightened his grip on her neck, cutting off all of her oxygen. The symbols carved into the shackles glowed brightly as they restrained his full strength, yet what he was left with was still brutal.

In her desperation, her Balcoin magic broke free and Chloe could feel her own eyes shifting with the change, her pupils expanding drastically as suddenly Byron roared in pain like an injured animal and let go of her, collapsing to his knees, hugging himself as if in agony.

"Are you alright?" Greg banged against the glass.

"Yes." But Chloe wasn't looking away from Byron, kneeling down next to him and hesitating only a second before reaching out and grabbing his chin, forcing the reluctant boy to turn to look at her. "Byron?"

He moved as if to throw himself on her before roaring and pulling back, tearing at his own hair.

"Byron, stop it!" She was the one who ended up throwing herself onto the other, wrapping her arms around as best she could in an attempt to keep him from hurting himself. "Calm down, Byron. Calm down." She forced her magic around him when he struggled in her hold, the girl closing her eyes as she slowly breathed in and out, slowing the rate of her rapidly beating heart. "Listen to the sound of my heart, Byron, just listen to it."

"Close the goddamn window!" Greg hissed to Morgan.

Chloe felt tiny holding this guy back, but her magic was stronger and she held him through the thrashing, through the growling and cursing and the pain he seemed to be going through. She ignored his animalistic sounds, keeping her eyes closed as she began to hum softly. The girl didn't really believe the whole theory that she was a healer – she'd seen enough of the Balcoin magic to know that it hurtinstead of healed, but she knew that Byron needed her to be calm right now. It was why she kept holding on, knowing that was all she could do right now, hold him and let him ride through this episode.

She also hated Morgan Edge for putting Byron through this pain, even if only to prove a point to her. And if sunlight was what triggered this response – why was he kept in total darkness? Had the guy never heard of the light bulb? This was all too sadistic.

Finally, Byron stopped fighting, merely limp in her arms, his forehead leaning against her shoulder; her still very tender and bandaged shoulder.

Chloe reached up and ran her fingers caressingly through his hair, continuing to hum as her other hand rubbed the small of Byron's back the same way her father used to her when she was young and scared. She wanted Byron to feel safe, needed to connect with the person she knew was buried beneath the beast, knowing he was in pain and scared. She was sick at the realization that he'd been like this for years. Since puberty. He must have been so scared, so alone, for far too long.

Pressing a soft kiss against his mop of dark hair, Chloe knew he was a stranger, knew that she really had no idea how to truly help him, mother him, but she just held on, whispering softly. She channeled her father as best as she could, knowing she could never do him justice but trying nonetheless.

It was only when Chloe realized her bandage was getting wet that she realized he was crying.

"Oh, honey." Chloe pressed another kiss to his hair, leaving her forehead rested against him.

Slowly Byron pulled away enough to look her in the face, his eyes were still inky black, his features still somewhat sharper than normal, the beast still obviously prominent, and yet somehow, so was Byron.

Chloe reached up to cup his face, wiping at his tears with her thumbs as she smiled into his young face. "I'm your big sister Chloe."

He just eyed her before speaking, his voice still distorted. "You're so tiny."

She let out a little bark of laughter at that. "I'm getting that a lot." The blonde looked up at the window, at the sunshine bathing them both, before turning her head to Morgan. "I'm taking him home with me."

"I don't think that's a good idea." Byron's inky eyes were wide, scared. "I-"

"You're my little brother." Chloe let her hands fall to the shackles around his wrists, tightening her grip on the symbol-covered and magically enforced restraints, which disintegrated into dust, leaving bruised wrists behind.

Byron's eyes widened as he stared at his wrists.

Chloe reached down and grabbed the restraints around his ankles which disintegrated as well.

Byron's breathing accelerated, obviously close to a panic attack. "You can't – without them-!"

Chloe reached up and cupped his face once more, bringing his inky eyes to her as she breathed in and out slowly. "Calm down, Byron. Just breathe. Remember the sound of my heartbeat? Breathe in and breathe out. Sloooowwwwllly. Yes. There you go." She breathed in time with him, coaching him through the panic attack, and every time she could feel his body tense up, the transformation threatening to intensify, she'd push a little more of her magic into him, having realized that that was what had stopped him from killing her.

He'd recognized her as his kind, his kin. Or at least the beast side of him had and it was respecting her so far.

Letting her hands fall from his face when she felt he'd calmed down enough, Chloe held out a hand between them. "I'm here to take you home but I won't force you."

Byron's gaze went from her hand to his uncle before his licked his lips nervously and returned his dark gaze on her. "I don't have control over this side of me."

"I'll help you." She didn't know how she was going to do that, but by the gods she would! "I promise you, Byron. I'll find a way to help you gain control over this and live a normal life." She took in a deep breath. "If you let me."

Byron once more looked towards his uncle, obviously scared and confused and seeking some sort of counsel from the man, but Morgan merely watched.

Greg stood silently, scarred fists clenched tightly.

Byron finally turned his gaze back towards Chloe, staring down at the hand she offered before slowly, hesitantly, placing his hand in hers. "Yes, please." Immediately his eyes cleared, the black draining away and his body returned to its more slender build, his breath leaving him in a gasp as his free hand raised to his face, the creases having disappeared and his features softened. His brown orbs turned to her as he gave a staggered chuckle, breathing in and out, in and out.

Chloe smiled as she stood, keeping their hands entwined, and helped him stand. "Come on, we're going home."

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Everyone had gone to bed except Mr Teague, who was drinking somewhere, and Lex, who sat in Jason's room, reading. He wasn't staying up late because of worry, to be truthful. He was never much of a sleeper and had promised Mrs Teague that he'd stay watch over Jason while she slept. Anyway, with Jason out cold it was probably the most silent place in the overly crowded mansion and Lex could read without much worry about interruption from his father or anyone else. And it was good too, because he'd taken to reading their history with the Balcoin family, or as much as he could find on it. He had a feeling his father had the juiciest history books hidden somewhere because he doubted that what he'd managed to find so far on the Six and the Luthor family was everything they had.

At least this volume was very interesting, even if vague on some of the more important parts. It concerned Arabella Balcoin, who was the second female Firstborn of the Balcoin Clan, the first apparently the Founding Balcoin. It wouldn't have interested Lex so much if it wasn't for the fact that this volume spoke of the young girl taking over the Clan due to the death of her father, and of the love affaire she'd had with Maximus Luthor (heir of the current Luthor head), which had been cut short as when they'd been about to elope, Horatio Balcoin had died and Arabella stepped up as leader of her Clan. Already in Arabella's time, the law that the heads of the Six (or those close enough to inherit the position should something happen to the current head, like the second oldest child) were unable to marry another head (or heir) had been in place due to "that unfortunate era of darkness and war, of near destruction".

This was the background for the medieval Trial Chloe had gone through. She'd been put in Arabella Balcoin's shoes to see if she'd choose the same as her ancestor or would choose love over her family.

According to this volume, Arabella Balcoin was a wise ruler faithful to her family, but that like "the Founding Balcoin" she had a certain pull on others that was irresistible and gave her and her Clan no end of trouble. It gave other Clans much trouble as well, as the men in them fell victim to her smile and began turning on each other. Maximus' Circle was the most affected due to the amount of time she'd spent in the Luthor Court growing up – had a member of the Luthor Circle (Maximus' youngest brother) leave the Luthor Court for the Balcoin one, and the intermingling of their bloodlines when Georgina Luthor had been married off to Henrick Balcoin in a politically aligned marriage. The other heads (including Maximus' father) had convened and decided that to avoid all fighting that was happening (both between Courts, Dabblers, and within Circles themselves) and something else they referred to as "that which was unspeakable", Arabella Balcoin was to marry a man of their choice who would "keep the night at bay nigh a little more".

Things hadn't ended too well for Maximus who it was said opposed the marriage despite the fact that he was already married himself. He was found murdered, and as he did not have any children, his brother took over as heir of the Luthors. It was never discovered who'd killed him, but they'd made a point to write how he'd died on the darkest of nights.

Arabella herself married the man chosen for her, a warrior who belonged to one of the Six Courts and yet wasn't in a position of power, with whom it was said she had many children and who proved himself to be her right hand. It never stated whether she loved this husband or mourned Maximus, but it did make a vague mention to the fact that ever since Maximus' death there was never a danger of the heads of the Six joining in union as they'd been reminded of "the era of shadows" and thus "the dark night broke into fleeting dawn".

Lex frowned looking up at Jason, losing interest in the book as the next section dealt with something else completely. What he'd read seemed to insinuate that Maximus' death wasn't a surprise, that this was yet another reason why the heads never intermingled romantically. It was almost as if it was insinuating that if they did, death would follow "on the wings of shadows".

Sighing, he leaned hard on his chair, thinking about his own ill-advised attraction to Chloe Balcoin. The texts also insinuated that this happened every time there was a female Firstborn ruling the Balcoin clan (which, so far, seemed to have only happened twice before Chloe) and it made Lex wonder if maybe this wasn't an extension of their ability to Enthrall – or maybe their ability to Enthrall was because of something within them, something natural, and it manifested visibly in the Enthrallment yet invisibly in the way they seemed to draw in the men of power around them and cause great conflict, fights and discord within otherwise strong Circles.

Like his own.

Wariness entered Lex as he eyed Jason and thought of Davis, their strong friendship quite rocky now because of the girl. And things would be worse in his Circle if Lex openly admitted his attraction to her like they had.

No.

He couldn't and wouldn't. He'd learn from Maximus Luthor. An attraction, carnal lust, did not mean love, especially if towards a Balcoin woman. He didn't need this sort of distraction, not now.

No.

Lex was going to lock away his attraction in the back of his mind, kill it before it killed him, and encourage his men to do the same.

Comments 
19th-Jul-2013 03:47 am (UTC)
Well it was interesting to see Chloe and her clan through Morgan's eyes
Ohh poor Byron. at least now he is going to be with his siblings.

What's wrong with Jason??
Ohhh so the trial I loved so much happened!! It was also interesting to see what happened to Maximus!! So Lex has decided to lock away his attraction and will tell the guys to the same, LOL. Let's see how long that last!!!

Can't wait for more
22nd-Jul-2013 12:25 am (UTC)
And a very decimating view he has.......
True!
Can't tell!
Yes, it actually happened, although some things were different, such as the "Pete" and the "Lutessa" of that time actually DID get married...
19th-Jul-2013 02:54 pm (UTC)
well you can try lex....
... i think having some ties with Morgan Edge can be good for chloe....
and what will happen with jason....can't wait for more (like always)

22nd-Jul-2013 12:25 am (UTC)
Lex has a fortitude though....
He can! It's ALWSY good to be on the good side of a crime lord!
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