Clarice's POV

I rubbed my eyes as I stepped off the Jet Bridge, 8 o'Clock in the morning, American time and tiredness was drowning me. I'd flown over from Nice, France to Connecticut, America for a French Exchange, though I'd turned it into a sort of holiday. Only a week was the exchange somewhere in this country with Yuriko Benedict - a very nice girl - and her family. But my elder Siblings, Théo, Anouk and Soren live in Connecticut with their soul-finders, courtesy of my father.

The airport wasn't busy, a low drone of various conversations filling the air around me. The smell of fresh coffee drifted to me.

"Clari!" I looked from the coffee to shop to my brother, Soren, a sign in his hand with 'ADORABLE CLARICE GASCON!' on it decorated in hand drawn stars and pictures and a cup of coffee. Coffee.

Nice to see you too.

I ran over to him, hand in hand with his soulfinder, Katja. Platinum Blonde Soren was a head taller than Katja usually but her heels had her nearly on par with him.

"Hey, Clari, wow, you've grown since I last saw you!" He exclaimed, measuring me against him.

I laughed. "Or you've shrunk." I turned to Katja, who greeted me in my native language of French.

"How are you?" He asked.

I pulled away from Katja but kept my arm around her back. "I'm jet lagged, real bad."

Katja squeezed me again. "So happy to have you here, Clari," She smiled. "Théo and Johnna are coming later; Anouk and Aarif are at home, waiting." She handed me the cup of coffee in her hand and a small bag with a pastry in it. "Breakfast."

I smiled gratefully. "Thanks." Soren took my bag and headed off to find me suitcase as Katja and I went towards the exit. She started telling me about a big drama between them and the neighbors a few days back and somehow Aarif got arrested in the midst of all of it.

"Clari." Katja stopped me as we walked into the early morning air. "It's not going to be all lovey-dovey Soulfinder stuff." She smiled. "You, me, Johanna and Anouk are going to spend some girl time together, I promise!"

I giggled. "Great."

"Okay." Soren appeared behind us, lugging both my bags. A sleek silver car pulled moments later. "So when do you go to the exchange?"

I climbed in next to Katja. "Tomorrow." The driver placed my bags in the boot. "I'll be back with Yuriko in two weeks, and then we'll be going back to France."

"Where is it? And who is it?" He asked.

"Urh," I pulled the paper with the name and address from my pocket. "Yuriko Benedict. In Napa Valley, California. They live on a vineyard."

"Benedict?" Katja asked. I nodded, she glanced at Soren and then muttered in Korean as we headed away from the airport.

Zach's POV

My feet where on the homework spread out on my desk whilst I had every intention of doing it, I don't get into trouble for late homework, just fights and turning up late myself. I looked out onto the long stretch of vines surrounding the house. They seemed to go for miles, up and over the rolling hills.

A motorbike revved outside the front of the house. "Zachary!" My mom's voice came drifted up the stairs as I came down them. "Another Suspension!?" Arms folded on her chest, all five foot and seven inches of her trying to portray disappointment but it was quite obvious she wasn't entirely surprised. "Where are you going?!" She asked.

"Out, Virg is here." I pulled open the front door, Virgil sat on his bike.

"Ah talk of the devil." Mom said behind me. "Hiya, darling, how are you?" Virgil, one of my many siblings. My parents, Marika and Trace Benedict followed the tradition of the Savant world by having seven kids. Then paid tribute to my dad's brothers by naming us from T-Z. Tabitha, Urian, Virgil, Wiley, Xyla, Yuriko and Zach. I'm the youngest and stuck with a heavy dose being the Seventh.

"Fine, mom." He paused. "Zach, another suspension?" I rolled my eyes. I hate mind-reading siblings.

"You gonna hassle me about it too?" I asked. Jogging down the steps from the house. Virgil got off the bike and took the keys out. "Where are you goin'?" He laughed, kissing mom on the cheek.

"To see the rest of my family. Yuri! Xyla's here I can here her practicing dance routines. Is Wiley here?" I clenched my fist and my eyes, exhaling. Anger already raging through me. I just wanted a release. An escape.

"No, Wiley's not, here. I'm going to find him." I kicked a stone in the driveway, heading over the my bike.

"Zach!" I jumped onto my bike, ignoring my mom. Kicking it to life, I sped out of the driveway.

Wiley. I called out. Wiley.

Sprout. He sounded as though I'd interrupted him. You have. What can I do for you?

I thought I'd interrupted you.

You have, I was asleep, but tell me there's a family POW-WOW so I have an excuse to leave this boring seminar.

I pulled up outside his apartment. Something like that. Wiley would know where I am, he's a human tracking device/GPS.

I'll be there in five.

He cut the connection.

I know it was short, but tell me what you think.