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Chapter Twenty Five

Eight days later…

Fhear was starting to hate the secret he and his friends kept from the others. Here he sat in the study, Dhusk on one end and Ahgony on the other with him sitting in the center. The three of them were together and considering how none of them had done anything stupid as of late, Fhear's father finally let up on that stupid rule of him being constantly watched. A good thing considering that the males were staring at Hhavoc.

Something strange was going on in Caldwell and it was effecting the male like never before. He was curled up on a couch, his head between his legs as he clutched his hair. Golden seals would flare over his arms every other second which they presumed wasn't good. If it hadn't been for him keeping his jaw locked, surely someone would've heard the pain he was going through.

For a time, Fhear wondered if it had to do with the ala no one had been able to locate. Clearly the gifted human was getting closer to their birthday and no one had the slightest clue on what to do. Lassiter spent the last few nights on the street in hopes on locating it before it was too late. As for Sam, between searching for Jamie like the other Brothers and helping Lassiter on the search before the sun rose, he also made a call to his mother the other night.

The Brother reaching out to his godly mother was unexpected. However, it was something Fhear suspected for a while. With all the events happening in the mansion thanks to Jessie, no doubt that the Brother with a god for a mother could ask another god about the creations he made so long ago.

Jessie was getting more devious on escaping the Brotherhood. After the fight between her and V, she had spent the next nights in a row with Jane in the infirmary. The first night was because she tried to make a break for it by scaling the walls like she did before. Whatever lore there was in New Orleans worked wonders because she came running back with Victoria chasing her in her wolf form.

She would then take her anger out on him.

Whatever body reflexes the male developed thanks to the human living under the same roof as him didn't hold the same effect as he watched his friend wither in front of him. Fhear desperately wanted to tell the others about Hhavoc's growing ability. They knew it was expanding because he admitted on how the sounds were getting louder and louder to the point of it sounding like it was merging. It was so loud in his head that he could barely stand. What pained Fhear and the others the most was when Hhavoc tried to keep his suffering at bay so no one would notice.

Hhavoc bit his lip the same time the water sprinklers went off.

Now Jessie damaged the water system. Another impossibility conquered by the determined human on finding her twin brother. Fhear mentally added it with the runaway attempt, vehicle damage, minor electrocution, both electrical and natural caused fires, and something that had to do with the pluming.

"I didn't do it!" came Paige's response from somewhere in the mansion.

As the males became drenched, Hhavoc began to calm down. Jessie must've done something to help him to clear his head. Sitting up and shaking his wet hair, he opened his eyes and looked over at the three of them. They already knew not to speak of what happened from his threatening glare. Not even Dhusk's returned sarcasm could keep his cousin's moods in check like they used to.

"What was it this time?" Fhear asked even though he knew the answer.

"Nothing," snapped Hhavoc. "Just like the previous nights. Something's just causing everything to go crazy."

In other words, he couldn't find anything if his life depended on it.

Not even Jamie.

Fhear didn't need to tell Dhusk to tend to his cousin. The prince already knew he would be needed down below in the infirmary. At least he could take Jessie's blows when it came from her fists. As for her strong kicks, he really wanted to know what Týr did to Jessie's bloodline. For all he knew, those kicks of hers was anything but inhuman.

"Again with the wires!"

Jessie hissed at Vishous from his remark. She even bared her teeth when the male did the same. If his mate wasn't in the room treating to her newly added burn marks, there was no doubt in her mind that the two of them would rumble right now.

"Then don't put them where I can find them," she growled.

"Then how about you stop tearing through the walls?" snarled the male.

"Okay! V, outside now."

It was like shouting at a wall because V didn't budge an inch, provoking Jessie in her already pissed off move. Seeing her hellren needed a little motivation, Jane got up and whispered something in his ear, something he probably liked because he snorted before slamming the door really hard.

Once he was gone, Jessie was back to being still as Jane rubbed some antibiotics over her new wounds. After so many attempts which required wires, it was clear that wiring and Jessie simply didn't get along. It didn't work when she was a teenager and it wasn't working for her right now.

Thinking back on when she found the wires after cutting a whole in the billiard's room, she could've sworn that the wires looked different. The thin gray one had accidently short circuited the mansion, causing the vampires to panic since they couldn't get the shutters closed. At least they had Paige who moved them in place thanks to her telekinesis. Now Jessie knew not to cut the thin gray wire because she shocked herself stupid.

Yellow was hooked up to the gasoline and the blue one did something that caused an electrical fire. Again, Jessie electrocuted herself on both occasions and was found twitching on the ground. She was still trying to figure out how a wire effected the plumbing system because it stunk like hell for six hours until Vishous got it working again. As for this new attempt, she now knew faded green had to do with the water system, causing the sprinklers to activate.

She still got electrocuted.

Sighing out loud to no one in particular, the only entertainment Jessie found herself doing was twirling a strand of blue hair around her finger. The dye was still there but it was close to redoing it. This evening she saw a hint of brown at the roots so she was going to trying in sweet talking someone in buying her some coloring.

"Maybe you should stay away from wires," commented Jane. "Any more bolts and you'll be glowing just as bright as Lassiter. And that's not a good thing."

Jessie cringed on the reference.

Those who claimed they weren't rougarous was a work in progress nearly complete. Jessie just didn't like the woman who had too much fun chasing her around the mansion. As for the whole fallen angel thing, she really needed to go to church. There were some confessions she needed to say and having something holy tormenting her thanks to her religious belief was killing her.

"Fine. No more wires."

"And."

Jessie rolled her eyes. "And no more tearing up walls." Jane waved her hand for Jessie to continue. "Or uprooting carpets or hotwiring cars. How about don't mess with anything that uses electricity and call it a night?"

The jab of germ-killing medicine to the arm was a good enough answer.

"Now off with you. Pretty sure you need to unpack."

Jumping off the table and grabbing her getaway bag, Jessie grunted as she slung it over her shoulder and stomped to the door. She was too pissed off that she didn't feel a shred of regret when she sent the door wide and almost smacked it into Fhear. In fact, seeing the vampire prince only pissed her off.

This was the habit she picked up ever since taking up residence in the mansion. Knowing Fhear was the prince of a nation didn't stop her even the slightest and she never figured out why he became the one to take her anger. All she did was take one look at him stumbling back from the door and threw an ax kick.

On a typical night, the kick would've made contact, sending the poor guy to the ground with a bunch of males coming at he with the intent to kill. However, Fhear was getting faster because he managed to jump out of the way before her heel made contact to his skull. It was then caught in midair thanks to Vishous.

Having Vishous touching her only heightened her terrible mood because she was this close on throwing a dirty move when Fhear broke the two of them apart. There were some words going on between the males but Jessie didn't bother in listening. She simply pushed past Fhear, knocking him into the wall, and stormed down the tunnel.

"Jessie!"

"Don't you treasure your head?" she snapped without turning around.

Her threat didn't keep Fhear from joining her. Whatever he said to Vishous worked because the male was nowhere in sight.

"If you're here to give me a scolding, don't waste your breath."

"I wasn't. Just wondering what you did to set the sprinklers off."

She spun around and got right up to his face. "It was one fucking wire! One wire! Will you get off my back already? Sheesh!"

Fhear held up his hands, a pathetic barrier to keep her from grilling him. "Okay, I get it. You made a mistake and took out the wrong wire."

Backing up so they had some space to breathe, they both stood in the tunnel without saying a word. And with the silence between them, all the tension in her body began to funnel out until all that was left was exhaustion.

"Y'all haven't found anything, have you?"

The prince just shook his head.

Not knowing where her brother was killing her like crazy. Sure, she didn't want the Brotherhood getting their hands on Jamie but at least they wouldn't kill him out right. Her twin was up to his neck in trouble and they wanted answers. As for Jessie, they knew she wouldn't think twice of hitting one of their own with another vehicle before bailing town on a plane reserved for two. It was just none of those theories would be put to work if none of them got a bead on Jamie.

Then there was the other itch she couldn't get rid of. After spending over a week in the mansion with practically nothing to do except for causing damage, Jessie was close to clawing up the walls and doing a Linda Blair. Of course, the fallen bastard would more than encourage it thanks to her religious paranoia. Jessie made sure to keep a wide berth from the wingless son of a bitch. As for the rest of the Brotherhood and their families, she really didn't feel comfortable being in the same room with them. Hell, when they had what they called their First and Last Meal, she kept to herself in the kitchen next door. It just made her feel weird having a meal with the people who most likely saw her has a hazard risk.

The only person who Jessie managed to get in more than a sentence was with Fhear. Besides him being her sole source of exerting her anger, the two talked every now and then which was a nice stress relief. Like right now, after being on the verge of blowing up in front of Vishous, every fiber in Jessie's body was cool like a cucumber. And that was thanks to a simple question and an honest head shake.

"Fine then," she grunted and hitched her bag further up her arm. "Better put my shit back where it belongs."

Fhear did another of his nods and headed back in the opposite direction, probably to check up on the vampire she recently pissed off. With his back to her and making her way to the mansion, Jessie slid her bag around and rummaged through it until her fingers wrapped around the solid edges. She gently pulled out the Death card and glared at it as she continued her journey.

Each night she woke up and each morning she went to bed, the card had been on the nightstand as a deadly reminder of the stupid prophecy Grams told her. The Fool, which represented her, would go on a journey and become The Lovers, two people either the same or opposite and would fall in love together, which would eventually lead to The Death, meaning Jessie's death. There was a small piece of doubt in her mind that her grandmother probably misinterpreted the last card. But the more Jessie played on that doubt, more forms of proof that Grams's tarot readings came true. It was nearly impossible for the woman to make a wrong prediction.

Jessie reminded herself for the millionth time not to let the second card come into play.

Slipping the mocking card back into her bag, Jessie reached the stairs leading to the mansion and marched right up. Coming to the door and entering the code she'd been given, she pushed open the door and kicked it closed.

"Hello!"

Jessie shrieked.

Wrapping his arm around her shoulders as if they were best buds, Lassiter leaned into her personal space with a stupid grin. Shivers ran up and down Jessie's body that she tried to break away but stayed put by the tight grin. Twisting around to look the fucking bastard in the face, she gulped as that grin grew wider by the second.

"What you up to, buddy?" he asked in a cheery way.

"Just heading back to my room," she answered through clenched teeth.

Lassiter leaned in even closer. "Cool. How about we chill together once you're done? It'd be nice to hand with a friend."

She couldn't take it anymore.

Jessie sunk her teeth into his arm.

While Lassiter jumped back, Jessie took off running up the stairs and straight to her room. Slamming the door and panting like crazy, she slumped down to her knees and rotated around so that she was sitting against the door with her back. "I fucking hate fallen angels," she muttered to the empty room.