Keiko was puzzled when Mahina told her that there was a delivery for her. She had not ordered anything nor did she remembered the pack house address to anyone who would be sending her something. The only people she could think of that would send her something was her parents and that was unlikely. They never talked. They were happier when she was away from them. She did not remind them of what a dissappointment she was to them that way. She came down stairs to the door. She still looked puzzled as a courier had her sign for the package and handed over a large flat box.

She started to carry it up the stairs to her room to open it. Her eyes widened in surprise as she noted the address of Loke's gallery on the box. No it couldn't be. She never even gave him her name. She hurried  up the stairs hoping to avoid encountering anyone else. She could not stop the blush that suffased her face at the memories of that night at the gallery. She set the box on her bed like it was a dangerous grenade or something. She stared at the box on the bed as she moved away from it. Do I open it? What if it is from him? What if Loke sees it? She would be sure to recognise it.

Keiko chided herself for being silly. While she had never in her life reacted to anyone the way she had him, he had not really harmed her. She grinned as she candidly admitted to herself that it was some of the best sex she had ever had. She was just embarrassed at where it happened and how. She was not in the habit of sleeping with perfect strangers. She was more embarassed orver her own lack of control with the man more than anything. She was afraid to call him by his name even in her mind. It might make him seem......more real and less like a dream. If he was real, then she would have to admit to herself how much her lack of control with him had really bothered her.

She approached the box with a determined stride. She opened it up pulled out the twine wrapped painting. Her hands shook a little as she untied the twine and pulled the plain brown paper off the painting. Her eyes rounded in surprise and horror as she saw the painting. She groaned and carefully set the painting away from her. The painting was too valuable for her to just throw it away. She was way too practical for that. She groaned helplessly knowing the painting would cause questions from at least Loke. She so did not want to have that conversation with anyone from the pack.