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Chapter 1

JPOV

I ran out of the room, into the forest toward Morgana's home. Of course Harry's right, I should never have judged her. I have done far worse to innocent people. I thought as I opened the door into her house. The air was still as I walked into her kitchen, I walked past it into her living room. The whole room was covered in various paintings and photographs, some moved and some didn't. I admire them all briefly before heading upstairs. I knew she wasn't here, but there was a possibility that somewhere in this house there was a clue to where she was.

I passed the room that smelled a lot like Harry, instinctively knowing that there would be nothing in there for my search. I opened the door to Morgana's room, but found it bare apart from the furnishings. I frowned, looking anyway in case something was missed. My frown had deepened by the end of my search and the Major was keeping up a steady growl in my head. If you had just listened to me boy, we wouldn't be having this issue right now.

I sighed, knowing he was right. I walked up a narrow stair case and found myself in a huge room. I inhaled and smelled paint, instantly knowing that this was Morgana's room. Most of the supplies and canvases were gone but a few leant up against the wall. My curiosity got the best of me and I walked over to them. I pulled them away from each other and laid them out on the floor for me to look at. I stopped breathing and felt my emotions go haywire, my heart clenching in pain more with each painting.

The first painting was of the day we first met, me in the narrow rock crevice, facing off against the coyotes. The second painting was of me and Morgana, just stood in the kitchen at the fort laughing. The third painting was of my house, the day before we left to go back to the fort, ma and pa underneath the magnolia and Peter, Amelia, Morgana and I in the creek behind the house. I blinked when I saw the colours move; I still wasn't used to that. However, it was the fourth painting that really made me pause, it was of the night I had proposed to her, she had remembered and conveyed all the emotions that I had been feeling.

"She painted all those in the time we've been here, most of them within the last couple of days, that's probably why she didn't take them." Harry looked at me like he was studying me. "Can you forget all her past mistakes and all the evil she may have done, to love just her? Like she did for you. Do you even love her Jasper?" He asked me abruptly. I stood there shocked. "Yes I can forget everything, I already have. I love her more than my life and would gladly give the rest of eternity just to have her by my side. She is the only person I have or will ever love, Harry. How do I get her back?"

I looked at him desperate for any kind of starting point in my mission to track Morgana down. Harry was silent for a few moments, before he spoke. "Annie loves the sun, dancing and being close to the sea. I think she owns an island down off South America, so Peter suggested an idea to take the family down to your island and be out on a boat one day and either randomly come across Annie's island or randomly appear in the same club as her in Rio de Janeiro, which is the closest port to her island." He looked over at me, "If she ever finds out Peter and I helped you with this she will probably be mad, but I don't care. I can't live without my sister. You just better treat her like a queen or we will be having a nice long chat."

He finished looking at me; I just nodded my head like an idiot. I'm getting a third chance at this! I will not screw up this time; I will make sure she stays by my side for the rest of our lives. I thought as Harry walked out of the room. I sat on the floor and stared at the paintings, she had really cared for me and I had ripped out her heart and crushed it. I sighed and lay back on the floor, thinking of Morgana. I stayed there for a week before Peter came to get me.

"Get up off your ass and come pack some clothes. We are going down to Rio tomorrow and then out to Isle Esme." He kicked my side and then helped me up off the floor. This let me know that he was still mad at me, but was slowly forgiving me. I nodded and we ran back to the house to change my clothes and pack the clothes I needed. I stood in front of the sink in the bathroom and looked into the mirror. I noticed the dark circles around my eyes and knew I need to hunt. I dashed out of the house and went looking for a meal.

Once I had eaten I headed back to the house, I showered quickly and changed my clothes. I packed some clothes and left the room to find my family waiting by the door down stairs, Bella included. I didn't say anything but I'm sure that my thoughts conveyed my surprise. "Charlie okayed it as long as Carlisle and Esme were going." Edward whispered to me. I smiled slightly and we headed out to the cars. We drove to the airport in Seattle where our private jet was waiting. We loaded in our luggage and Emmet went ahead to start off the take off procedure.

"This is your captain speaking, I hope you are all ready for a kickass flight and I truly hope that you weren't expecting me to have co-pilot as I have locked the door and nobody is getting in here." We all began to laugh as Rose just sat back in her seat and looked at the door. "Nobody oh husband of mine. I guess that means I'll be staying out here then." Peter and I snorted when suddenly a blur came from the cockpit and Rose disappeared from her seat. "Sorry about that fokes, I meant to say no one but my wife is getting in here. Alright let's get this bird off the ground and down to Rio!" Emmett said, cheering at the end as we finally cleared the runway.

The flight down to Rio was uneventful and we decided to spend a few days on Isle Esme before heading back to the city to search for Morgana. While I was sad and frustrated that I couldn't go and find Morgana straight away I realised that it was probably better this way as I had time to figure out what to say. After a few days on the island I spent a lot of time searching Rio de Janeiro at night. Nearly two weeks had passed I was about to give up when Peter said that we were going as a family to a club in downtown Rio as he had a feeling about it. We all dressed up and headed to the mainland.

We arrived at the club just after ten and I grinned as we bypassed the bouncer. I set my emotions against the flow from the club and walked inside. I looked around as we walked in and froze, stood at the bar was Morgana. She had a drink in her hand and was wearing a short, tight green dress and just as I went to move towards her she moved out into the crowd of people and began to dance. I frowned when I saw how she was dancing, but couldn't intervene, I had no right to after the way I had treated her. "Let me talk to her." Rose whispered into my ear when I saw Morgana leave the room.

I waited for ten minutes before Rose came out. "You are a monumental idiot! I can't even believe that you would do what you did to her and still expect her to take you back! You will be lucky if she does! She is leaving right now and we are going to follow her and you are going to get down on your knees and grovel!" Rose yelled at me and we followed Morgana out onto the street and away from the club. "This is a bad idea." Peter whispered. As we followed Morgana into one of the darker areas of town.

She turned a corner and disappeared. "She apparated. We won't find her now and knowing Annie, she has probably gone hunting. I think I know roughly where her island is so we should be able to find it by boat. Hopefully she will be there and won't curse us off it." Harry said, sighing as we walked back to the boat. "I hope so Harry I really need to talk to her and settle this once and for all. I just hope she will listen." I whispered the last part looking out over the water as Carlisle steered the boat back to Isle Esme.