Chapter seven

Three days later me, Harmony, and Victor went to pick up my things from my assistant at the airport. All the while, I still felt like I was being followed. Harmony and Victor seemed to know that something was up the moment I came back into the house, since the two of them since at least one of them were with me all the time. However their action just seemed to make my agitation grow. On the plus side I wasn't having anymore dreams, weird or otherwise. My assistant then appeared and hurried towards.

"Audra Ferrows. Pleased to meet you." She announced as she put out her hand.

"My things?" She handed me the bag.

"Um Miss, I-I should tell you, when I went to your apartment. I found it broken into and the entire place was torn apart." I looked up at her.

"Was anything stolen?" I asked.

"N-No but . . . Shortly before you called, the police came by and told me that Henry Weiss escaped." My body went cold and my stomach dropped as dread filled me. Harmony put her hands on my arms and helped me sit down.

"Who's Henry Weiss?" Victor asked.

"He was a photographer who was stalking Indigo for almost a year. He was arrested three months ago." Harmony answered. I shook my head in disbelief.

"Look their is no way he knows that I'm here. Not unless he was in Afghanistan or a savant, neither of which are possible." I plead.

"Do you mean to say that you've been feeling followed, and told us nothing about it?" Victor accused. I snap my head in his direction.

"Look, after what happened, I thought I was just being paranoid." He seemed unconvinced, but didn't argue. I sigh and look back to Audra.

"Do you know when he escaped?" I asked.

"The day before you called."

"Alright, I'm going to need you to go to the office in Portland, and check out all the staff working for the company. Harmony will go with you."

"The hell I am!" Harmony protested.

"Look, even if he was here, I'd doubt he'd go near any law enforcement. Besides I need to know who is most likely going to benefit from my disappearance." Harmony looked sternly at me, then sighed, and faced Victor.

"You'll keep her safe, right?" She asked. Victor nodded.

"Of course."


On the drive to Trace's house to pick up Harmony's stuff. Victor and I just sat in silence.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about feeling followed. I honestly thought that, after Gray, I was just being too sensitive."

"I would've that after what happened. You'd be more cautious." He replied. I just stared out the window. Victor then suddenly pulled over. I looked at him in surprise.

"Do you trust me?" He asked.

"What?" I asked, stunned.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

"Then what's the problem?" I blinked. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. I looked away, embarrassed. After a few minutes, he sighs and sits forward in his seat, looking defeated.

"I'm scared." I whisper. Victor looks at me confused.

"What are you scared of?"

"I'm scared that if I get closer to you, that I would hurt myself if anything happened to you." I confessed in a quivering voice. Victor then reached over, grabbed my face, and kissed me passionately. When he pulled back, he looked at me with tender emotions.

"I will always be their when you need me. I promise." He kissed me gently then went back to his seat.

"Otherwise, I wouldn't be your prince. Now would I?" I laugh at his remark, as we start to drive again.


I was exploring the woods around the house. Everyone else was doing their own thing and I didn't feel like disturbing them. As I walked, I thought back to last night and how happy Victor seemed when I showed him the ocean. Of course after I showed him, he turned back to being rude. Realization dawned on me, as I noticed that I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. I slowly turned around, hoping to see the house. I didn't, nor did I hear anyone except for the animals. I was lost, I began to panic. I heard a snap and jumped. I turned towards the sound and started to hear rustling. I took a step back, and heard a pounding in my ears. Victor burst through the bushes, out of breath.

"Jeez. You know, you're lucky I found you. Otherwise you would have been stuck here forever, stupid." He said annoyed.

I fell to my knees, and started to wail with relief. Victor's eyes widened with panic and he knelt next to me.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to call you stupid. It's just that, if walked any farther I might not have been able to find you. Please don't cry."

"I was so scared!" I wailed.

"Jeez, you sound like a girl." I stopped crying to glare at him.

"I am a girl, you dumb brain!" I shout. We just glared at each other.

"Are you done crying yet?" I take a last sniff before mumbling yes. He grabs my hand and we stand up. He then pulls me through the woods. I stare at him as we walk. Curious about him, I begin to ask questions. What's his favorite thing to do? What's his favorite food? Who does he admire most in his family? What's it like having brothers? What's his favorite story? What does he want to be when he's older? What's his favorite weather? Where's his favorite place to go? What does he think his soulfinder is like?

"Well, when I meet her, she'll be surrounded by danger all the time, and I would save her every time. She'll be pretty, and kind, and caring, and help others in need. She'll call me her prince, we'll have a big family, and spend the rest of our lives together." I looked down at the ground in silence. Victor stopped and looked at me. "Hey, you okay?" I stay silent. He then kneels in front of me, with his hands together behind his back.

"C'mon, I'll piggyback you there." I continued to stare at him, then climbed on his back. He stood up and started walk again.

"I don't know if I want to find my soulfinder."

"Why not?" Victor asks.

"Mama and papa are soulfinders, and they see me, more than they each other. We used to all be together years ago. Now I'm usually all alone with the housekeeper." We reach the house and Victor lowers me.

"You know, you can always talk to me . . . If you're feeling alone that is." I stare at this boy in amazement, then smile as I feel happy at his offer. I am pulled out of the dream by a chiming sound. I open my eyes to see a message on my iPad. I stretch out in bed and hear 'Somewhere Only We Know'[ by Keane] start playing after the chiming stops. I open my iPad and read the message. Harmony sent me some files, and articles on some people. It's the first good news in a week since she left. As I go through the files, I hear a knock on the door and stop reading. I get off the bed, go downstairs, and open the door to find nothing there except a large envelope. I pick it up, bring it inside, and shut the door. I sit down on the couch and open it. Pictures fall out of the envelope. Pictures of me, Victor, Trace, and Diamond. Oh. My. God. I was going to throw up. I ran to the sink just in time.


Trace and Victor came home shortly after I called them. They seemed to react the same way I did, only without throwing up. However they did curse quite a bit.

"Should tell the authorities?" I ask.

"We are the authorities." Trace answered. I nodded while Victor rubbed my arms.

"We'll get him. There is no way we are letting this sicko get away." Victor assures me. I press my fingers into my forehead.

"I can make you some tea if you like, unless you want something stronger." Trace asked.

"Tea please, and don't tempt me." Trace and went into the kitchen. I take my fingers away from my head and pick up a picture of Victor.

"Are you sure you didn't see or sense anyone nearby?" Victor asks, I nod. Trace came back with a mug of tea.

"I'm starting get worried, Diamond hasn't come back." Trace comments. I take the mug from his hand.

"I'm sure she's fine" No sooner do I say that when Diamond walks in.

"What's going on?" She then see the photos and gasps. Trace gets up and tries to comfort her.

"I'm sorry I was late. It's just that time of the month, and I remember that we need to stock up." I freeze at her words. My last time was about five weeks ago. Since then I've been with Victor and we haven't exactly been using protection. I look back and think about all that I've been feeling. Increase in appetite, more tired than usual, emotions slightly out of wack. I couldn't be . . . Could I? I look back at the picture in my hand. God, I hope I'm wrong and that I'm just late.