I know it's been a long time, but I have other stories that are easier to write and I'm working on writing my own story. Sorry for the wait. I hope you like it!

I'll try to update sooner! Promise.

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Two weeks.

It's been two weeks since Romania.

It's been two weeks of taking care of a child that required blood to survive.

It's been two weeks of worrying that they had died.

It's been two weeks of living with my ex nemesis Trevor.

I looked over at Siri, who was napping on the couch, before slinking from the room. Trevor's parents were out of town for a whole month cruise which meant the only people who knew I was back with someone's kid were he and I. I wanted so badly to see my family and Becky. My best friend is pregnant and I couldn't even leave the house. Besides the weight of the situation, I'm running out of makeup.

I stared at my phone, wishing that Jagger would call. I wanted to just know he was alright.

"Still hasn't called?"

"No . . . he . . . he will. He has to."

"Raven, I'm still not completely caught up on everything, but from what you explained; Amelia, Scorpius, Alexander, and Jagger are in a pretty precarious situation right now. You can't expect a call."

"I just wanted one. Just one. I thought . . ."

"Raven—"

"I know."

"Raven, I want you to go try to sleep. You've barely slept for two weeks."

"But—"

"Listen to me; I'll watch the kid, okay? You're a good friend. You'd do the same for me. So go to sleep."

"I'll try." I made my way up the stairs and to the room I'd claimed as my own. It was nice, definitely not my style, but nice.

Then my cell phone rang. I flipped it open and held it to my ear.

"Raven?"

His voice, his perfect voice that I even seemed to love when he was mad came through the speaker. I tried to speak, but only a small squeak came out. The relief of hearing his voice brought an overwhelming sense of exhaustion over me.

"Raven, are you okay? Is that you?"

"Yes."

"I'm on my way to get you."

"Get me?" I asked groggily. I was almost asleep on my feet so I collapsed onto the bed

"When I get into town, I'll come get you and Amelia and Scorpius can get Sirius. Where are you staying?"

"Trevor's place . . ." I yawned and closed my eyes sleep possessing my exhausted body and mind.

When I woke up, I heard heavy footsteps pacing on the floor. I blinked my eyes and sat up groaning at the sensation of waking up. The pacing stopped, and when I looked up from the black bedspread (that I definitely did NOT fall asleep on), I met Jagger's mismatched eyes. A cloud of worry hung above him. I flung myself off of the bed and into his arms.

"I was so worried. I thought you were dead." He flinched when I squeezed him. Jerking away, fear overtook me yet again. "What happened? Why are you flinching? Show me!"

"It was a piece of iron that hit me when we blew up a building."

"Are you okay?" Then I paused. "You blew up a building?"

"Yes, I blew up a building. And it's just a cut."

"Show me."

Jagger used one hand to pull his grey formfitting t-shirt over his head. He turned and showed me his back. There was a gash on his back. It was healing faster than a human's would have, but it still looked painful. I ghosted my fingers over all of the other small new scars and then around the big gash. Suddenly, Jagger turned and grasped my outstretched hand. Our lips connected in such a feverish heat that if anyone was around they would have burned in the heat.