Thank you so much for the reviews on Chapter 13. I love reading them.

And for those who guessed, you were right that the Welsh girl is going to be Uriel's soulfinder, but this story isn't about them two and they'll get their own (although there's isn't the next in my series). She's in this chapter, but won't be really in the rest of the story.

This next chapter is skipping forward a few days; I hope you like it :) xo

29th January 2013

When Georgie, Trace's soulfinder, invited Hazel along to a spa for the afternoon with her and Karla, Hazel had been quick to say yes. She'd been stressing over a lot of things recently so a massage sounded perfect right about now, plus it would be nice to get to know Uriel's mother and sister-in-law a bit more. Georgie had turned up with nine year old Gracie and the four were now sat down with their feet dangling into water that had little fish in.

Gracie giggled. "Mum, it tickles! The fish are biting me but it doesn't hurt."

"Yes, they're supposed to help your skin," Georgie smiled at her daughter. Hazel thought it was lovely to see them interacting - clearly they were very close, the sort of relationship she had once had with her own parents - and although Gracie looked more like Trace, she still had the same kind heart as her mother. "I didn't think you'd enjoy a day at the spa, you're not the type of child to want to sit down all day."

"Why is she here?" Karla questioned. "I know that it's a teacher training day, but I thought Trace was supposed to be looking after her? It's his day off, isn't it?"

"It was," Georgie sighed. "But Victor asked for his help on a drugs raid this morning. He's taking us out for a meal tonight to make up for it. And then we have my appointment with the doctor about my pregnancy tomorrow, which we're nervous about."

"You're pregnant?" Hazel raised her eyebrows, wondering why Uriel never mentioned that. "I didn't know. Congratulations."

"Thank you. We worked out that I'll be due at the end of August. I'm only about 9 weeks right now, so I'm not showing yet," she said as she rested her hand on her belly. "But we're really happy. I didn't want to tell everyone until the 20 week mark but Gracie spilled the beans at Christmas."

"It was an accident! I was just asking daddy if he knew," Gracie said with a roll of her eyes. "I can't wait to be a big sister. Do you have any brothers or sisters, Hazel?"

"A brother called George. He's a few years older than me and already has his own children: 5 year Thomas, 2 year old Lila, and a baby on the way. They're a handful, I don't know how he copes," she laughed.

"Try having seven," Karla chuckled. "You'll understand that the hassle is all worth it when you have your own children, Hazel. I don't know what your future plans are, but I know that Uriel wants a big family, he's always said that he's going to have about four children himself."

Hazel shifted awkwardly in her seat, feeling out of place. Truthfully, she had always wanted a few children herself yes, but the thought of even considering it right now felt bizarre to her strangely. To even think about having children with Uriel, especially sat next to his mother, was a tough concept for her and she just couldn't do it. Just like when she was thinking of moving here permanently, she hated herself for not being able to seriously think about fully committing to Uriel.

She was saved from having to reply when Gracie said, "Grandma, guess what? I was playing soccer with some boys at school and one of them kissed me when I scored a goal! He kissed me on the lips! It was so gross, I hated it."

Karla laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. "Gracie sweetheart, trust me, it won't always be like that. At your age, you shouldn't even be thinking about kissing boys! When you're older and you meet your soulfinder, kissing will be completely different."

"How?"

"Well, it'll be... Explosive. Every time you kiss him will be magical, loving and passionate. Even when you've been with him for years and years, you will yearn for his kisses. Do you know what? You should just never kiss a boy until you find your soulfinder, be a good girl."

Gracie giggled and asked, "is it always like that, mum? Hazel?"

Georgie nodded. Hazel paused a moment before saying, "it's not like that between Uriel and I. The kisses are soft, gentle... Not explosive. They're just... Sweet."

"Oh. Well that's probably because you're with Uriel and not your soulfinder," Georgie said after an awkward pause. "There's nothing wrong with that, sweet kisses are great too." She quickly changed the subject to stop anymore awkwardness over the situation, but hers and Karla's words still rang in Hazel's mind.

Kissing. It was a simple thing that all couples did and Uriel was one of four guys that she had kissed in her life, and in Hazel's honest opinion, the kisses were all the same. Yes, Uriel's were the most memorable but that was because the feelings she had for him were stronger than the feelings she had for the other guys, so obviously his kisses felt more special than the others. But was it true? Were kisses with your soulfinder amazing and so much more better? She had chosen not to be with Victor... Was that the right decision? Victor was her soulfinder, how much was she missing out on by not being with him?

These thoughts made her feel guilty, like she was betraying Uriel.

Hazel felt eyes watching her and turned to see Karla staring at her with wide eyes. When she met her eyes, Karla seemed to shake herself out of it and looked away, a frown remaining on her face. Somehow, being around his mother made Hazel feel even guiltier for doubting that being with Uriel was the right thing.

She quickly slid her phone out of her pocket and typed Uriel a quick text message, saying that she missed him and couldn't wait to see him tonight back at his flat. Then she closed her eyes and forced all thoughts of both Uriel and Victor out of her mind for the rest of the morning. It would have been more pleasant to forget about them for the whole day but she would be meeting with Victor to interview Jon Barker later in the day, so she just hoped she'd be able to put all person feelings aside for the time being.

"So, you don't mind working so hard and cleaning animal waste up every day?" Uriel joked as he and Vivienne put all the cleaning supplies back in the right closet.

Vivienne Buchanan was the new girl that he was working with and showing the ropes. She was quite short with pronounced curves and a little bit of extra fat yet wasn't too chubby, and had fiery natural orange hair that glinted red in a certain light. Although he had only known her for a few days, Uriel had already become good friends with her - he supposed that's what happened when you spent all day with a person - and they'd already talked about their lives a lot with each other. For example, Uriel knew that Vivienne had been born and grew up in Wales - her heavy Welsh accent was proof of that - with her dad who was Welsh also and her mother who was French, as well as her six older siblings. Vivienne was a lovely girl and a pleasure to work with, he had to admit.

"Nah," Vivienne replied with a smile. "We live on a farm back home so I've been doing this my whole life. Working in a zoo is different yeah, but only because of the different animals. Anyway, at least this way I'll get some muscles and lose the weight I put on over the holidays," she laughed. "There's always a positive side of every situation, you just have to figure it out."

Uriel grinned at her. "Well, that's one way to look at it." He looked at the clock on the wall. "Come on, we're done for the day. Let's sign out."

They headed to the staff office where they signed out for the day - they were only working half day for once - and said goodbye in the car park as they got into their separate cars. Uriel thought of the text he had received from Hazel about her missing him and couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face. He decided to go to the supermarket to buy something nice for dinner tonight, but as he turned down an alley to take a shortcut there, a car drove up the other side of the alley. There was only space for one car so with a sigh, Uriel looked in his rearview mirror to reverse, only to see that another car had come up that way too and he was blocked in.

"What the hell?" He mumbled under his breath. He got out of the car just as one person from each of the other cars got out too. "Excuse me," he called out to them. "What are you doing? You've blocked me in, I have somewhere to go."

The two men both stepped forward, both with dark hair and dressed in plain black suits. "Uriel Benedict," the one to his left said. "I'm afraid we have a problem."

Uriel frowned. He didn't have his father or Will's power of sensing danger, but it didn't take a genius to figure out that these guys were trouble, especially considering they knew his name. He put his hands in the air and shook his head. "Look man, I don't want any problems. If one of you would be kind enough to move your cars, I'll be out of here."

"I'm afraid we can't do that," the first one spoke again. Both of them were walking slowly towards him, getting closer and closer. "See, that's not what our boss wants. Our boss wants a Benedict and you were her first choice and we always give our boss what she wants."

Uriel tried to run but they quickly caught him, pulling his hands behind his back and overpowering him as he struggled. "Son a bitch," he cursed as he finally resigned himself to the fact that he wasn't strong enough to fight them both and get away. He tried calling out to his family telepathically but - unsurprisingly considering it wasn't his lucky day - there was a savant in the area, no doubt in one of the cars, that was blocking his attempts.

One of the guys pressed a cloth against Uriel's mouth and he quickly recognised the strong smell of chloroform. He felt himself slowly relaxing and his eyes getting heavier, and his last thought before he passed out was that he hoped they didn't go after Hazel or his family for some reason and hurt them too.