Chapter 1

I was bloody pissed. After all this time that I haven't seen Kitten, she came back into my life just to mess up my plans AGAIN. Not that she left anywhere , or at least, not from my thoughts. The very second that I walked out the door, leaving her behind, sheer agony started consuming my very un-beating heart and shattered soul. If I hadn't left, I'd have said more things that I regretted, but that didn't make anything easier.

"B4358 requesting permission to land." I hear the pilot saying on the other side of the plane.

"Permission denied! I repeat, permission denied!

What. The. Bloody. Fuck.

"Sir, we cannot just stand in the air for hours. The plane needs to get refueled."

"Permission to land denied! Just fly around a little more or-"

I was beside the pilot in less than a heartbeat, taking the headphones from him.

"Shut it or I'll beat the seven shades of shit out of you."

I ended the call and told the pilot that he has been granted the permission to finally land. Wisely , he said nothing. I guess he understood that if he did not comply, the threat would have been redirected.

Soon I could see the land far more clearly, and a sight that annoyed me even more. Another plane getting ready to take off. I prayed for the sake of all the people aboard MY Cessna that we'd be on the ground in two minutes tops. After I was hauled in this wretched death box and all that I worked in the past weeks for was trashed up, the least I deserved was to see her again. Hell! She owed me the blessing of seeing her stormy grey eyes again. Please God! Just one quick look.

But, of course, no such luck. A soon as we landed I almost took the door off, but the other plane was hitting the skies with my Kitten in it. I could feel her, her presence, even as far as it was, enveloping me. I could see her blood-red hair, and I was aching to run my fingers through it. I was aching for her. End of.

"Crispin, mate! So good to see you again!"

Ian. Oh well, I had to beat someone to let off some steam and if fate wanted it to be the most annoying one of my friends, who was I to complain?

"Who was Cat with?"

Anger aside, that was important. I had this darned feeling that it was Tepesh, and I wasn't going to let it go.

"That's a very good question. If my wife/possibly ex-wife/possibly no-wife at all, was with someone, I'd like to know who she was with myself. "

Stalling and angering me even further. Charming.

"Ian, I'm not going to ask the same question again, so you'd better tell me or I'll put your head in one of the plane's engines."

He gulped. No shit. Does it look like I'm kidding?

"Ok, don't fret, but it was…well…Tepesh…"

I didn't say anything. I couldn't. If I had that bastard's pyro abilities, I'd have went thermo-nuclear. Instead, I had to keep it all together or I'd turn into a bloody ripper myself.