Chapter 3

I had a terrible night, I didn't sleep at all. The only comfort I have this morning is that Uriel didn't look any better than myself. As we drove to Indigo's house, I stared out the window, watching the rain drizzle down.

"You know, people are going to ask what happened." I sighed at his comment.

"Is this a subtle way of saying that I should tell someone. 'Cause if is, I'd just like to remind you that I already have."

"Indigo doesn't count. You haven't told her everything." I felt a surge of outrage, and rounded on him.

"What my secrets are, and who I tell them to is none of your business!You gave me your word that you wouldn't tell anyone about what you saw, and that's all that matters." I sit back against the seat and reach into my pocket for my iPhone. "Besides could you tell your brothers about something so horrific, and watch the guilt build in their eyes as you tell them?" Uriel didn't say anything, but tightened his grip on the wheel. "That's what I thought." I put the earphones and press play. I listen to the song for a minute when I realize it's "Boum Boum" by Enigma. I scowl at the song before skipping it, "Dad's Gonna Kill Me" started playing instead. I leaned into the seat and stared out the window again.

By the time we arrived at Indigo's I only wanted two things, a shower and a nap. I grabbed my things and knocked on the door. Indigo opened it, and made quizzical face.

"Rough night?"She asked as I kicked off my shoes.

"You have no idea." I replied walking past her, up the staircase, and to the first room on the left. I walked into the bathroom, quietly closed the door and leaned against it while dropping my stuff on the floor. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, pulled out my earphones, and dialed my law enforcement buddy, Grace Tanner. I peeled off my jacket, as I waited for Grace to pick up. Her voicemail answered instead, and I left a message asking her to run a search using last night's memory and to call me back as soon as she got the results. I exited the bathroom to hang up my jacket in the closet, and put my phone on the edge of the dresser. I went back into the bathroom, quickly took off my clothes, and started the shower. I got in the shower when it was warm enough, and moaned at how wonder it felt. As I washed myself, I quietly sang "Boum Boum". When I finished, I put on a white cami and t-shirt with a pair of jeans from my bag, redid my hair, and exited the bathroom. I abruptly stopped moving when I saw Uriel Benedict lying face down on the bed, wearing only his pants. Before I knew what I was doing, I was lying on the bed, watching him. As I tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear, I wondered what was it about Uriel that made me so infatuated with him. I looked at his bare skin, and saw nothing marring it. As opposed to myself with a few scars from the occasional overreaction of the subject and my tattoos. My gaze fell to his lips and I bit my lip, resisting the urge to lean over and kiss him. I shook the thought from my head and turned on my back while biting my thumb. I shouldn't be thinking like this, I need to focus on catching Adrian Black. Sighing I pulled my hand away and dropped to my side. I was about to get up and leave, when something grabbed me, and pulled me back down. I looked down to see Uriel's arm hooked around my waist. I looked at his face again to see him frowning. He moaned a little, mumbling something, and pulled me closer to him, nuzzling into my shoulder. Knowing I wasn't going anywhere soon, I hooked my arm under head and just watched him sleep peacefully again. After a while I felt my eyelids droop. As I was about to pass out, I heard Uriel mumble something again.

"Harmony." I smiled at the action, before finally giving into sleep.

"Bad karma! Oh! Yeah! Baby that's what you got. Bad karma. Oh! Yeah! Whether you believe it or not!" I jumped, startled awake by my ringtone. I quickly turned over, sit on the side of the bed, grab my phone and answer it.

"Hello?" I asked groggily.

"Hey, it's Grace-"

"Who?" I asked yawning.

"Grace Tanner. The friend you phoned three hours ago to search the Canadian database for a certain tall, blond man." I was wide awake now, and paying very close attention to the conversation.

"What did you find?" I heard a sigh. Not good news.

"Only that it does match the description for Dr. Black, however no one with that description has been seen in Canada in recent years. So he's either dead, underwent a huge surgical operation-"

"Or not in the country at all. I had a feeling that might the case, I just needed to make sure." I sighed and rubbed my forehead.

"I've asked a friend from collage to help if that's okay with you. They should phone me back with results by tomorrow."

"Thanks, I appreciate it." I hung up, and turned around. Uriel was still asleep on his stomach. I made a small smile, then leaned over and kissed him on the temple. He stirred, mumbled, then grabbed a pillow and burrowed his face into it. I went to the bathroom to get my bag, and left for a different room. I went downstairs, after finding a free room three doors down the hall. I began to smell something delicious, and heard my stomach growl loudly. I went to the kitchen to see the housekeeper, Ms. Kavanagh, cooking. I noticed that the house was quiet, and looked around to try and find someone.

"They're picking up the rest of the family from the airport." I turned to Ms. Kavanagh. "They should be back soon." She informed me.

"Is there anything to eat in the meantime? I'm starving." Ms. Kavanagh laughed, then went to the fridge and pulled out a covered dish of Fettuccine Alfredo.

"This should tide you over until lunch." I accepted the dish, uncovered it, and put it into the microwave. I finished the pasta ten minutes later and noticed that it'd stopped raining. I went outside to the flower garden, and wandered around. After a while, I came back in to see Uriel coming down the stairs. When he reached bottom, he turned around and stared at me. I crossed my arms, and narrowed my eyes at him. I wasn't going to let him have any control over me. He marched over to me and grabbed my wrist.

"We need to talk." He said as he dragged me into the study, closing the door behind us. "Okay here's the deal. I'm helping you find Adrian Black." Was he joking?

"You're funny." I say sarcastically.

"I'm serious."

"So am I. You have no reason to do this, so why?"

"Because you need it." I scoffed at his idea, and walked past him to the door. I had my hand on the knob, when both his hands slammed against the doors. My breathing hitched as I felt the heat rolling off his body.

"I know how you feel. I felt that through your memories, but if you keep doing things like this you're going to end up dead. I can sympathize with your goals, and that's why I want to help."

"I stood there, touched by his conviction. How did he have this hold over me, when no one else did.

"Alright, I'll you help me, but you cannot tell your family what we're doing." I turn around to face him. "I don't want anymore people to accept this risk." His eyes pierced right through me, as if looking into my soul.

"I gave you my word I wouldn't tell anyone right?" I nodded. "Then trust me." He took his hands off, opened the door, and walked past me. I stood then slowly wrapped my arms around myself. Why did he always leave me feeling like this? Was him, or something completely different? I'd have to ask Indigo when she got back.