Sage grit his teeth together in response to Luke's words. "The fact that you're calling and threatening us proves otherwise," he noted, a scowl forming on his face. "I got these scars keeping me and mine safe. So you're right. This won't be different. If you come near us again, you'll regret it," he noted simply, before hanging up the phone with a sigh and handing it back to her.

Amira watched as Sage responded to her horrible brother. "You okay?" She asked, hoping he wasn't too pissed. She sat down on his lap, curling up against him.

Sage hummed with a nod in response to her comment. "We do need to talk about what you want me to do if he does show up here though," he sighed. "I doubt he will... But just in case." He could hurt him easily. Send him to jail. But he was her brother... He didn't know if she'd appreciate him beating him up.

"Do whatever's necassary. I trust you with my life, Sage. I worry about what he'll do to you though." She said, kissing him.

Sage nodded in response to her comment, kissing her back and offering her a small smile. "I grew up in a war. Don't worry, I know how to hold my own," he hummed softly.

" 'Kay." She said, walking up to the bedroom. She laid down and curled into a ball, hoping Sage wasn't worried.

Sage sighed when she moved to lay down, unsure wether to leave her alone or if she'd rather him stay with her. He was worried, and a little confused, but Luke had probably freaked her out. So he just moved to start sketching out some painting ideas in hoped of selling some soon.

Amira was thinking about all the ways Luke would track them down. What if there's something with my phone? Or he could shut off my card?

Sage got to work painting, using amira as a model in mind and painting her dancing on the beach. It looked good.... hopefully it would sell. And maybe it would cheer Amira up too

Amira sighed and walked downstairs. She smiled at his painting. "It's beautiful, handsome." She said, kissing his neck. She plopped onto the couch and watched him do his work, admiring him in his element. "You love this, don't you?" She asked, "Painting?"