Chapter Three: The Salvation of Paradise

[Solace]

“Enjoyin’? Ah don’t think enjoyin’ is the right word.” Paige drawled, a small smirk gracing her youthful features. “Ah’ve been doin’ this gig for awhile now, the missions never get easier and the separation from family only gets harder.” She sighed, hatred and anger still running through her veins due to having been fooled into believing her reality was gone. Her conversation about the mission was quickly cut short when Logan came too.

“Where do yuh think yuh’re going?” Paige demanded as Logan rose from the bed, her hands placed on her hips and her young face set in a determined look. There wasn’t a way in hell she was going to allow Logan to leave this room while he was angry about being knocked out. “Ah don’t think it’s time yet for yuh t’ be rejoinin’ the others yet.” She continued, not a bit intimidated by Logan. “Ah believe Danny would agree with me.” Paige waved a hand in Iron Fist’s direction.