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Chapter 29

I feel warmth all around me as I start to wake up. His scent fills my nose, making me want to taste him. He always smells like the leather jacket he loves to wear when he's not in his many suits, and like the soap he washes with. I'm not sure what the scent is, but it smells fantastic and I hope he doesn't stop using it. While I'm enjoying being in his arms, I know it's time to get up so I turn over to get out of bed and fall off the couch.

I gasp and grab Roman's arm out of instinct, pulling him with me. I hit the ground with a groan and Roman's eyes snap open as he falls on top of me. He is shocked as he looks down at me and I immediately start laughing.

"What happened? Are you ok? Did I fall on you too hard?" he asks concerned.

"I forgot that I fell asleep on the couch and I rolled over to get out of bed and fell off the couch. I kind of pulled you with me. But I'm fine and no you didn't hurt me. Are you alright?"

Roman hadn't been here with Maddy and I last night, so he must have come in after we fell asleep. We'd stayed up late watching a bunch of rom coms, which is what Maddy calls them. They were pretty good.

"I'm fine. Did you hit your head?" he asks.

"No," I say as I snuggle into his arms. It's nice being able to touch someone, especially simple touching like hugs. He rubs the back and front of my head to make sure there isn't a bump and I roll my eyes.

"I just have to make sure," he says before leaning down to kiss me. I wrap my hands around his neck to pull him closer.

"Is it really necessary for you guys to do that while I'm still in the room?" Roman and I snap apart surprised at Maddy's amusement.

"You can leave," Roman tells her.

"You can refrain from kissing your girlfriend for five minutes," she snaps back and I roll my eyes before pushing Roman off of me. He pouts for a moment before getting up.

"We're going on our date tonight."

"You've already planned it."

"I always have ideas of where I want to take you on a date, I just had to pick one for tonight and then make some calls," he says grinning.

"Which means you have to tell me where you're taking her so that I can help her pick an outfit!" Maddy says excited.

"I'll tell you after breakfast, Maddy," Roman says grabbing my hand as we all walk out of the room.

"So did Derek say anything to you yesterday?" I ask Roman smirking.

"Maybe."

"I bet he ripped you a new one," Maddy says snickering.

"We've come to an understanding."

"So he yelled at you," I say grinning.

"Why are you smiling?" Roman asks.

"No reason."

"Do you want him to yell at me?"

"On TV the dad always yells at his daughter's boyfriend," I tell him and he grins.

"It's nice to know that I'm your boyfriend," he says and I roll my eyes.

"I figure since you've been telling everyone that I'm your girlfriend I should just get used to it."

"Now all my friends are going to be sad that you're taken, Roman," Maddy says.

"I don't think all of your friends are going to be sad."

"No, all of them will. It's kind of disgusting how all of my friends have crushes on you," she says annoyed.

"And who do you have a crush on, Maddy?" I ask her and she goes red.

"Yea, Maddy who do you have a crush on?"

"No one, you guys know," she says before running into the dining room.

"Well that was interesting. I bet I know him," Roman says.

"I want to know who it is."

"I'll tell you if I figure it out," he says.


Later on I'm in the gym and Brandon is working on something in one of the offices. He's probably looking over all the candidates for my new guards. I'm going to have to find a way to get him to let me look at the list. It would also be nice if he let me have an opinion on who the guards are, since if I don't like the guys he chooses, it's going to suck.

After an hour of hitting a punching bag I decide to go try and convince Brandon.

Leaning against the wall in the office I stare at him for a moment.

"So…"

"No," he says without looking up from the paper work.

"You don't even know what I was going to ask!"

"Yes I do."

"What was I going to ask?"

"If you can have a say in who I'm choosing for your new guards," he says smugly.

"That was not what I was going to ask. I was going to ask if I could take a look at the candidates."

"No."

"Why not? Please! What if I don't like who you choose? You know I'm going to make everyone's life miserable if that happens," I say glaring at him and he groans.

"Fine."

"Besides, what's the big deal? Roman wouldn't put some lame ass guard in the picking pool," I tell him shrugging as I sit down in one of the chairs in front of the desk. I grab one of the files but he stops me.

"Look at this pile," he says.

"Why?"

"Because I've already looked at these." I just roll my eyes before picking up a file from the other pile.

An hour later we've read through all the files.

"There is no way you read all of these files, it took you half the time it took me," Brandon says narrowing his eyes.

"Maybe you're getting old," I say snickering and he glares at me.

"I don't need their life story, I just read the important parts," I say shrugging.

"It could be important."

"That's nice. Are we going to get to meet all of them?" I ask.

"Why?"

"So I can get a feel of them. Maybe we should set up some kind of fighting demonstration or something."

"We know what they can do from their profiles," Brandon says cleaning up.

"Seeing is believing."

"Besides what if you choose someone and he ends up being a total asshole. If you would have met him, you would have known and picked someone else. It will be like an informal interview, except, instead of asking them questions we'll be watching them fight," I say trying to convince him.

"I'll ask Roman. But you have to promise not to ask them to fight you. Vampire men do not like the idea of women fighting."

"I'm a fantastic fighter, who needs their help anyway," I say before turning around and walking out of the office.

"Where are you going?" Brandon yells after me.

"I have to go get ready for my date with Roman!" I yell back.

"Oh yea, that."

"Do you know where we're going?" I ask running back into the office.

"Yes."

"Can you tell me?!"

"No," he says before leaving the office.

"Oh come on, please!"

"Don't ruin Roman's surprise by trying to get it out of me. He is very excited about tonight, you can wait a few more hours to find out," he says and I groan.

"Fine, party pooper."


"Am I going to have to wear a dress?" I ask Maddy as she stands in my closet.

"No."

"Can I wear black?" I ask her.

"Maybe, this is a date, Jinx, not a funeral," she says.

"Then why do they have little black dresses?" I ask her smugly and she glares at me.

"Just saying," I say before I run out of my closet laughing.

"You're so lucky Roman said not to pick out a dress, or I would totally make you wear a dress!" she yells after me. I just jump onto my bed and wait for her to choose my outfit, and ponder where Roman could be taking us.

"Is our date here or in New York City?" I ask Maddy as she is laying my outfit out on my bed. It consists of a black pair of skinny jeans, a white knitted cowl neck sweater, a camel colored coat, and some black heeled boots.

"In New York City. Now what do you think?" she asks.

"It's cute. I like the black," I tell her smirking and she rolls her eyes.

"Just put it on."

After I put my outfit on, Maddy curls my hair and helps me put on my makeup.

"So, you want to give me a hint to where he's taking me?" I ask her as we wait for Roman to come to my room. She just looks at me wide eyed. Unfortunately there is a knock on my door and she runs to get it.

"Oh thank god you're here, she just asked me where you're taking her and if you would have been a minute later I would have told her everything!" Maddy says and Roman chuckles.

"I'm surprised she didn't ask earlier."

"I asked Brandon earlier and he said I shouldn't spoil the surprise, but I thought I'd try again," I say shrugging.

"Don't worry its going to be fun, I promise," he says hugging me tightly.

"You look beautiful."

"You look very nice as well." He's wearing a nice pair of dark jeans, a grey button down and blue tie, with a black sweater on top, some black dress shoes and his leather jacket.

"Let me get a picture!" Maddy says just as we're about to leave.

"Make sure you show it to all your friends so they know I'm taken," Roman tells her and she laughs.

"Then we're going to need to take a picture of the two of you kissing."

"Oh really," I say.

"Yes! Now kiss," she says as she looks into her camera. Roman pulls me towards him before dipping us into a kiss.

"That was so cute! Ok, now a regular picture." After Maddy has taken about a thousand photos we're allowed to leave.


"So can you give me a hint about where we're going?" I ask Roman when we get to New York City.

"About which part of the date?"

"There's more than one part?"

"Why of course," he says grinning.

"Ok, the first part then."

"It's going to be a little icy," he says as a clue.

"What? That's not even a clue!" He just laughs at me.

"Don't worry, you'll love it."

"Are we eating during or after this first part of the date?"

"We're eating during the second part," he says.

We drive for about forty five minutes, just talking about how our day went and other little things, before we pull up to this big, obscure building.

"Is this the part where you murder me, because this totally looks like a place where you would murder someone," I say looking around.

"No!" Roman says outraged and I laugh.

"Don't worry, it was a joke, I don't actually think you're going to murder me," I tell him and he rolls his eyes.

"Come on." I grab his hand as we get out of the truck. There are only a few cars in the parking lot.

We walk inside and the floors are carpeted. The place is big and mostly empty space, except for a few ticket booths.

We go down a long hallway before entering through a door and on the other side is an ice rink.

"We're going ice skating! I've never been ice skating!" I say running up to the glass. That explains his "icy" clue. There's nobody else in the rink with us and the guards have fanned out to give us some privacy.

"Here are your skates," Roman says as we sit down on some bleachers.

"Have you been ice skating before?" I ask him.

"Yes. When I went to Columbia I used to go all the time with my friends in the winter. And there is a lake near my family's house in Avalon so we ice skate there in the winter as well," he explains.

"It doesn't snow in California, and I never had any time to go to an ice skating rink. This is so cool!" I say as I stand up in my skates.

"How about you try walking around on your skates on the rubber ground first, just to get used to being in the skates," Roman says and I walk around for a few minutes, making sure I can keep my balance.

"How do they feel? Are your skates too tight?"

"They feel fine."

"Good, we're going to go out on the ice now. Behave, I don't want you to fall and hurt yourself," Roman says as we step onto the ice.

"I always behave."

"Start out slow, this can take a little getting used to," he says as we glide slowly next to the wall. It is kind of strange at first, because in trying not to fall you almost make yourself fall. I guess the trick is to not be so tense and to just go with the flow, to trust yourself.

"Try to just relax and it will be easier, jerky movements will most likely make you fall. Now let's try skating off the wall. Hold your arms out below your shoulders, it will help you balance," Roman says as he skates easily beside me.

"Now bend your knees and lean forward a little."

After about ten minutes of Roman giving me tips on how not to fall and how to skate easier, I get the hang of it, which makes Roman stop looking at me like I'm going to fall and crack my head open.

We start skating a little faster and he explains how I should make sure my foot is level, so that my toe pick doesn't go into the ice, making me fall.

"We should race!" I say excitedly as I do a few circles around Roman.

"You think you're ready for a race?"

"Yes, and I'm totally going to win!"

"Do you know how to stop? I don't want you to run into the glass because you don't know how to stop yourself."

"Ok, you can explain before we race."

"You are going to bend your knees slightly inward, and then push out with one or both of your feet. Make sure you put a little bit of pressure on the ice so that your feet don't slide out from under you." Sounds easy enough. I skate around for a few minutes, practicing my stops.

"Should we practice falling as well?" I ask.

"Yes, that's a good idea. If you think you're going to fall, try squatting into a dip and clench your hands into fists to protect your fingers from other skates. If you can't squat then just put your arms out, with your clenched fists, so that you will have a safer fall and not hit your face on the ice. Then to stand up, get on your hands and knees and put one foot between your hands and then the other and push yourself up, and then you can just start skating again," Roman says as he demonstrates.

"You better catch me if I start falling," I tell him smirking and he hugs me tightly.

"Don't worry, I won't let you fall," he says as we glide around the rink.

"You ready for our race?" he asks and I nod enthusiastically.

"How do you want to do this?"

"We should see who can get around the rink the fastest," I say.

"Ok, you skate on the outside because it will be easier for me to catch you if you're going to fall. I don't want to push you into the glass," he says as we switch places.

"You ready?"

"Yes, and no cheating with some super fancy, skating skills. I'm a beginner," I tell him.

"I'll try not to," he says as we get into position.

"On 3, 2…" I shoot off as soon as he says 2.

"Hey, not fair!" he yells as I start skating and I laugh.

"I figure I'll need a head start seeing as I'm a beginner!" I yell back. Within seconds he's beside me and I push myself faster. I have to win.

We go around a few times, since we forgot where the finish line is and on the third lap we remember. Unfortunately Roman pulls some kind of super fancy skating move and wins. Yes, I am a sore loser.

"Don't pout, I have a surprise for you," Roman says grinning. He kisses my cheek quickly before skating to the glass. One of the guards hands him a few things before he comes back to me. In his hand is a regular cardboard box.

"What is that?"

"A surprise," he says before bending down. Out of the box he takes a fluffy blanket and lays it on the ice. Then he takes out a few pillows and a cooler. Inside the cooler is chocolate ice cream and champagne.

"Well aren't you going to join me?" Roman asks from where he's lying on the blanket.

"I love chocolate!" I say as I plop myself on top of him and he laughs.

"That's why I brought it." He rolls us over before grabbing the ice cream and opening it.

"Open up." I open my mouth and he puts the spoonful of chocolate ice cream in my mouth.

"I want to learn how to make ice cream," I tell him as he eats a bite.

"I can find someone who knows how to do it."

"We can have an ice cream date," I say laughing.

"Sounds tasty," he says before giving me another bite.

"You should give me a clue for where we're going next."

"You didn't like the clue I gave you last time."

"I promise I won't judge your next clue," I say pouting. He reaches for the champagne and cups and pours us some as he thinks up a clue. Hopefully I'll get it this time.

"We'll be floating."

"What!" He just laughs at me.

We stay at the ice rink for another forty five minutes, eating more ice cream, drinking champagne and playing on the ice. I hadn't had that much fun in a long time.

"Can you give me a piggy back ride out to the car?" I ask Roman once our shoes are back on.

"Sure, hop on," he says bending down. I jump onto his back and he wraps his hands around my thighs.

"Let's go float," I say as we walk out.

"We're not going to be floating in the air are we, because you know I hate flying," I tell him.

"Don't worry, we will be safely on the ground," he says as we reach the lobby. I see the guards tense up as we reach the doors and look up from my place on Roman's shoulder. Roman's hands tighten on me and I know he has noticed that something is wrong as well. He lets me down and I see if I can see anything out the glass doors.

Once we pass through I smell the forest outside, even though we aren't close to a forest. It also smells like dog. Werewolves must be here. The guards quickly usher us to the trucks when a growling werewolf steps in front of us. It's big, the size of a small horse. Its hair is matted and dirty. Now that it's closer it smells of the sewer as well. What has it been doing?

Another one pops up behind us until they are surrounding us from all sides.

"Stay by my side," Roman says gripping my hand tightly. I grind my teeth in annoyance. I hate how he doesn't like it when I fight. I know what I'm doing.

Our guards start jumping at the werewolves and all you can hear is the sound of ripping flesh and growing. The sewer smell drowns out the smell of blood, which is shocking. As more werewolves start showing up the guards still surrounding us move to attack them and soon Roman goes to fight as well. Leaving me standing there annoyed.

Thankfully our guards seem to be handling themselves pretty well, while the werewolves not so much. They don't seem to be trained and only attacking out of instinct and emotion. As their numbers dwindle Brandon comes running up to me.

"What are you…" My sentence gets cut off as he throws me over his shoulder.

"Hey! This is totally not cool, Brandon! Put me down!" I yell as I hit his back.

"Calm down, it's only for a second," he says as he reaches the truck and opens the door. He bends his knees and pulls on my belt so he doesn't touch me as basically throws me inside.

"What is wrong…" Brandon turns around and shoots at a werewolf coming right at us. I seethe in my stop inside the truck and watch as the fighting continues on around us.

"Let us handle this, Jinx," Brandon says as I try to get out. I clench my fists annoyed and then look down at my white sweater. It would suck if I got blood on my outfit. I don't have a change of clothes and I don't want to ruin the second part of our date by having to get new clothes.

"Fine!" I yell crossing my arms. I'll stay out of this fight for the sake of the date. Besides the fight was almost over anyway.

I look around for Roman to make sure he's ok and see him fighting a werewolf with his head guard. Roman is a great fighter, very sure of himself, strong. There are about five werewolves left.

"You've gotten older, little girl." I turn my head at the sound of a man's voice beside me. He's standing at the door on the other side of the truck, grinning at me. His teeth are yellow and crooked, his face is covered in scars. He's not covered in blood so he must not have been in the fight. His voice sounds familiar, and his soulless black eyes do as well, but I can't place him.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" he asks and I flip him off.

"You don't remember me, do you?" he asks grinning.

"Sorry, do we know each other, you must not have been very memorable," I sneer and his smile drops.

"Of course we know each other…" His sentence is cut off by a bullet going through his skull. I jump back so as not to get blood splatter on myself.

"What?" Brandon asks.

"I'm trying not to ruin the date by getting blood on my outfit," I tell him annoyed.

"Did he hurt you?" he asks.

"No, he just talked about how I should remember him or something," I say shrugging.

"You knew him?" Roman asks stepping up behind Brandon. I look him over to make sure he's not hurt but he seems fine. There are no gashes on him, only a few scratches on his face and hands.

"He says I did, but I don't remember him." Roman turns to look at Brandon for a moment and they just stare at each other, communicating telepathically. When Brandon tenses I know Roman has said something he doesn't like.

"What?" I ask looking between them.

"We're going to take him somewhere, see if we can do some kind of facial recognition on him. It's nothing," Brandon says. Whatever, he's dead so he's not my problem anymore.

"Are we still going to go on the second part of our date? Because I specifically didn't fight so that I wouldn't get blood on this outfit," I tell Roman and he chuckles.

"Yes, we are still going on the second part of our date."

"What kind of food are we eating?" I ask him as he gets inside the truck.

"The kind that you like," he says smirking.

"Not cool," I say punching his arm.

"I'm sorry werewolves almost ruined our date."

"Remember when we went to see the play and a werewolf attacked us then too, it's kind of like they don't want us to have a good date," I tell him and he laughs.

"It will be a good date as long as I'm with you," he says wrapping his arm around my shoulders. He's so cheesy.

The guards get into the SUV and drive for about thirty minutes, until we pull up to a pier. Ok, now I get his floating reference, we're going to be floating on water.

"Are we going on a boat, do you own a boat?" I ask Roman excited.

"I might own a yacht or two," he says helping me out of the truck.

"You have more than one!"

"For different purposes."

We walk along the pier before we come to a big white yacht. It has four decks, it's insane.

"Where is it going to take us?" I ask him as we get on board.

"It's just going to take us around New York City," he explains. It's a little after seven right now so there is still some light out.

He leads us down some stairs, which means this yacht has five decks. Wow, I wonder if he has parties on this thing. As we reach the landing we come into a living room slash dining room sort of thing. The back of the yacht is open, like you could walk off the yacht and into the ocean right now. There is an extension off the yacht, like a deck, with some lounge chairs. On either sides of the yacht there are two more deck extensions, just like the one at the back.

The table in the dining room section is set for two and there is soft music playing in the background.

"Let me go change out of these bloody clothes," Roman says before kissing my head and walking down a hallway besides the stairs. I guess there are some bedrooms down here or something.

I walk out on the deck and sit on one of the lounge chairs, and look at everything. I can see the Statue of Liberty in the distance. The Empire State Building is lit up, as well as the other buildings. New York City is really pretty in the evening.

"I'm guessing if I asked you to wear a life vest you would say no." I turn at the sound of Roman's voice and chuckle.

"I'd probably toss you into the ocean if you asked."

"Figured," he says getting onto my lounge chair with me.

"You know there is another chair out here."

"True, but if I sit on the other chair I wouldn't get to hold you," he says pulling me on top of him.

I feel the boat start moving and wrap my arms around him.

"Do mermaids exist?" I ask Roman and he grins.

"In Avalon they do."

"Seriously!"

"Yes, they live in the oceans there."

"Do you have a boat in Avalon? I want to see a mermaid."

"Yes, I can take you out on the ocean in Avalon."

"Have you met a mermaid? What are they like?"

"They only come up to your boat if they know you're not going to hurt them. People like to hunt mermaids and take them from the ocean, bring them back to their homes and keep them in large fish tanks. Mermaids are very beautiful, so many people think of them as prizes. Also if you get a mermaid to fall in love with you it gains the ability to walk on land and to live outside of water. Mermaids have certain other abilities that can be useful, like they can see your thoughts or your past just by touching you. They have complete control over water and some can even control the weather. Since they are so beautiful, they are experts in seduction."

"Are mermaids only female or are there males as well?"

"Most mermaids are female. Male mermaids are only born if one of the parents is human or when the mermaid is in its human form, which is why some people like to make mermaids fall in love with them so that they can make more mermaids. Because if a mermaid has a child while living out of the water, its child will be able to go between its human and mermaid form without falling in love. Male mermaids are incredibly strong, almost as strong as vampires and shifters."

"If there are only mermaids in Avalon, how did humans find out about them?"

"There are certain parts of the world that are natural portals between Earth and Avalon. The Bermuda Triangle is one of them. Mermaids are able to live in the Bermuda Triangle."

"Is that why things disappear so often in the Bermuda Triangle?" I ask him.

"Yes, ships and planes will accidentally go through the portal and not knowing where they are or how to get help, they will die."

"Can they not close the portal?"

"There have been many attempts, but for some reason it just stays open. It's uncontrollable," he says shrugging.

"So we won't be seeing any mermaids on this trip," I say pouting.

"No mermaids tonight."

"Would you like to dance?" he asks me.

"Here?"

"Yes."

"I'm not a very good dancer."

"Well I'm a fantastic dancer, so I'll teach you," he says grinning as he lifts me up and spins me around.

He wraps my arms around his neck before placing his around my waist and we start swaying to the music.

"Do you have a bucket list, Jinx?"

"No."

"There's nothing you really want to do before you die?"

"I've never really thought about it before. I mean I never even thought I would leave California. I guess something I really wanted to do before I die was meet my parents, and I've done that so I guess my list is complete. What about you?"

"That's not a list, a list has more than one thing," he says spinning me.

"I've never thought about it before."

"Well now that you have the option to go anywhere in the world or do anything, what do you want to do?"

"Jumping off of a waterfall sounds like it would be fun. I've never been rock climbing or camping. I think going to see the Grand Canyon would be cool or the Great Wall of China. Or maybe the pyramids in Egypt. I've never been scuba diving or skiing, bungee jumping, I've kind of always wanted to learn how to surf or maybe kite surf. The Northern Lights seems like an awesome thing to see. Besides that I think just travelling anywhere would be nice, seeing as the only two places I've been are California and Colorado," I tell him after thinking for a few minutes.

"Now that's a bucket list, and I would be happy to help you cross some things off."

"What's on your bucket list?"

"Travelling to every continent, learning different languages, meeting different people, human and nonhuman, helping my community strive as King, falling in love, sky diving, getting a tattoo, drive my own car…"

"You've never driven your own car?"

"No, I've always had a driver. In fact I can't drive," he says kind of embarrassed.

"Well I'm not allowed to drive because of my flash backs, wouldn't want to injure anyone if I passed out while driving."

"Do you know how to drive?"

"Yea, Cristof taught me. Anyway, sorry about cutting you off, continue."

"I've never been camping either. I want to go to Mount Everest, get married and have kids, fly a kite, and swim with sharks."

"Swimming with sharks sounds like it would be fun. Have you crossed any of the things off your list?" I ask him and he smiles.

"Of course. I mean I have fallen in love with you," he says resting his forehead on mine.

"And it used to be much longer when I was younger. Going to college here helped me do a lot of things that I couldn't do while in Avalon."

"Maddy's already planning our wedding," I tell him laughing and he grins.

"Good, it will get you used to the idea of marrying me so that when I propose you'll say yes," he says smugly.

"Well who else am I going to marry?"

"Exactly, you can only marry me," he says possessively.

"Then I guess I won't say yes to anybody else's proposal."

"How gracious of you," he says dipping me and I hold onto his shoulders tightly.

"Don't worry, I'd never drop you," he says before kissing me. He lowers me to the ground before laying on top of me.

"I enjoy kissing you," I tell him when we pull away.

"I'd hope so because you're not allowed to kiss anyone else," he says and I laugh. He leans down, cutting off my laugh, and I moan into the kiss. Not that I've had any other experience but Roman has got to be the best kisser.

I run my fingers through his hair as he runs his hands up and down my hips. He pulls my legs around his waist, pushing us closer together and I'm reminded of our time in the tub.

"You're so beautiful, Jinx," Roman whispers as he trails kisses down my neck. I move my neck to the side, giving him more access, and I feel his fangs scrape against my pulse. My breathing speeds up at the thought of him biting me again. I lift my hips at the same time that Roman grinds into me and I gasp at the pleasure.

I rake my nails down his back and do it again, liking the feelings flowing through my veins as we touch each other. He brings his lips back up to mine and slides his tongue inside my mouth. I can taste the chocolate and champagne we had earlier, making me lick at his tongue for more.

Suddenly he pulls away and tilts his head to the side. We're both breathing roughly and I want to go back to kissing him again. He smiles as if he's heard my last thought and he probably has.

"The food is ready and they're bringing it down, so we should probably get up so that we don't scare the workers," he says grinning.

"Food is important," I say as he helps me up. He wraps his arm around my waist as we walk over to the table and sit down. It is in the perfect place to see out all three decks so we'll be able to look at the City as we eat.

"What did they make us?" I ask him.

"I gave them a list of your favorite foods and told them to surprise us, so we'll see when they bring it out," he says.

I hear someone coming down the stairs and I turn to see some guards and what I'm guessing are either the chefs or just the waiters bringing us the food.

"Here is potato soup with New York strip steak in little strips on the side," one of the waiters says placing a plate in front of each of us. It's a long plate, with a bowl of soup on one side and the steak strips on the other. They place a basket of bread in between us, along with butter, steak sauce, and cheese. The other waiter opens a bottle of red wine and pours it into both of our glasses.

"Thank you," Roman and I say before they all leave.

"I hope it's to your liking," Roman saying lifting his glass of wine.

"Likewise," I say before we drink. I pick up my spoon and start eating. It's delicious.

After our soup and steak, the waiters bring out spaghetti and meatballs, one of my all-time favorite meals.

"Where did you find these chefs, they make the best food," I say moaning after taking my first bite.

"Angelo is one of the best chefs in Avalon. If you like his cooking I will hire him to work in the palace when I become King," he says.

"Sounds like that would be a great investment," I tell him trying not to shove the pasta into my mouth.

"You know, they still haven't finished decorating some of the rooms in the palace, would you like to help?" he asks and I look at him confused.

"You want me to help you finish decorating the palace with you?"

"They haven't finished my quarters yet, and eventually we'll live together, so it would probably be a good idea if we designed the place together," he says.

"Will we be living in the same room?"

"Of course."

"I can come take a look at it but I'm not that picky," I tell him shrugging.

"Can I ask you something?" I was going to make a joke and say he just did, but he sounds serious so I just nodded.

"What did you do for Cristof?" he asks.

"Cristof is the leader of a gang but he is also a business man. He's into different things, and some are not exactly legal. But he's good at keeping his hands clean and always very careful. He's not evil or bad, he doesn't like to hurt people. He'll only hurt people if it's necessary or to protect someone he cares about. When I first joined I was just another person to bring him in more money, through my fighting. I've always been a fighter and one of his men saw me fight on the street and then asked if I would fight for them so I got involved in underground fighting rings. I eventually became one of his enforcers," I explain.

"How did you end up in Area 51, how did he let you get taken?"

"I wasn't really taken. Like I said, Cristof is sometimes involved in things that aren't legal, like drugs. I sold this girl drugs, because the person that was supposed to do it was AWOL at the time, and she was caught with the drugs. She ratted me out for a lesser sentence and I was arrested. Since I was underage and it was my first drug offence I was sent to a juvenile detention center. While there I attacked someone and it was clear that something was not normal about me and so they transferred me. I'd just thought that I was in a different part of juvie, I hadn't known that I was in Area 51 until I was out."

"Did you do drugs?" he asks.

"I've tried them, but they don't have an effect on me so I didn't see any point in continuing."

"Was he good to you?"

"Cristof is like my father. He lost his family, just like me, and so we bonded on that. He took care of me and helped me with my haphephobia."

"If he was taking care of you why did you try to kill yourself?" he asks softly.

"That was before I met him, Roman. In fact that all happened in Colorado, which is why I was transferred. Child Protective Services didn't think the family could handle me, and so they sent me to another family. It took them so long to transfer me because they kept sending me to different therapists and programs after every episode, so they figured something would work. But after I tried to shoot myself, they figured it might be the family so I was transferred. It just so happened that the new family was moving to California. I was with them until I was sixteen when I finally just left and I stayed with Cristof or some other gang members. I know it wasn't such a great life, but I could have turned out worse," I tell him.

"Not everyone's life is perfect and you did what you had to. I'm just glad you're back with us, and that you're safe. Vanessa was awful and we were all so stupid to believe that she was you. But we'd been waiting so long for you to come home that when she just showed up, we let ourselves be blinded. Do you think the people who took you, let you go in Colorado or do you think you escaped?" he asks. I can see that this question is painful for him, although I'm not sure why. I've thought a lot about this question, but there's really no use in thinking about it anymore or I'll go crazy. Any number of things could have happened the day I was found wandering the forest in Colorado.

"I really don't know. I don't know how I could have escaped. I was held for five years and judging on the way I was found I was very abused. There is no way I could have escaped unless they let me, but I don't know why they let me escape if they kept me for long."

"I only ask because, if they let you escape, what if they want you back. That werewolf from earlier tonight, he said that he knew you. Werewolves are the ones that took you, so what if he was involved in what happened to you? Those werewolves that attacked us tonight were rogues, they weren't a pack, and rogues don't usually band together in a group that large. What if they're trying to take you back?"

"I won't let them take me back, Roman…"

"I won't let them take you either, I just hate the idea of them coming after you again. They just took you all those years ago and didn't say why. There was no ransom or note, no one even took responsibility for your kidnapping. Why did they want you so bad…"

"From what I'm remembering, they were experimenting on me. For what, I have no idea," I say shrugging.

"Experimentation, could that be why you heal so quickly?" he asks.

"Possibly."

"I'm sorry I brought this up at dinner. It's just that the more your return becomes public, the more nervous I get that something is going to happen," he says grabbing my hand.

"I won't let anything bad happen. I know you hate it when I fight, but I know what I'm doing. I'm capable of great harm, Roman, and I will protect myself and the people I care about at any cost."

"I love you, Jinx," he says before leaning over and kissing me softly. We go onto some lighter topics while we finish our spaghetti and meatballs, and then the waiters bring out tiramisu for dessert. It was heaven.


"Did you enjoy our first official date?" Roman asks as we stand out on the deck after dinner, looking up at the stars.

"Yes, thank you for such a great time. I haven't had this much fun in a while," I say hugging him tightly.

"You're welcome. Does this mean you're officially my girlfriend?" he asks and I smirk.

"Is this you officially asking me to be your girlfriend?"

"Jinx, will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?"

"Since you asked so nicely, yes." He laughs before picking me up and spinning us.

"Can we go swimming?" I ask him.

"I think it's too late and too cold to go swimming in the ocean, but I have a pool on another deck if you want to use it," he says and I nod.

He takes my hand and leads us to one of the top decks. There is a bar, fully stocked, with bar stools around it. Some small sofas and tables on one side and on the other is the pool. On either side of the pool is a place to lie down with some pillows.

I take off my boots before slipping out of my jeans and sweater.

"The pool is warm, considering its a little cold outside," Roman says as he takes off his clothes. I climb into the pool and float on my back, looking up at the stars. Roman comes in and stands beside my body, smiling at me.

"Are we going to sleep here?" I ask Roman.

"There are bedrooms if you would like to."

"Yes."

"Then we will."


The next morning I wake up on board Roman's yacht. From the windows I can see that we are somewhere in the middle of the ocean. I kiss Roman's cheek softly before slipping from the bed before pulling on my jeans.

I walk down the hallway and out on the deck. There are some sofas, tables, and lounge chairs. The sun has just risen and everything looks beautiful.

"You alright?" I turn to Brandon and nod.

"Yes. Roman is still sleeping so I thought I'd come up here."

"Would you like some breakfast?" he asks.

"Sure, can they make chocolate chip pancakes?"

"I'm sure they can. Why don't you go wake Roman so you can eat together," he says and I jump up from my seat.

Walking back into the bedroom I see Roman laying on his stomach on the bed. I crawl on the bed before straddling his back. Leaning down I kiss the back of his neck.

"It's time for breakfast," I whisper in his ear and he sighs.

"Are you breakfast?" he asks in his husky morning voice and I laugh.

"No."

"What if I want you for breakfast?" he asks turning over onto his back with a smirk on his face.

"Then you'll miss out on the warm pancakes that the chef is making right now."

"Clearly it's a tough decision," he says before flipping us over and tickling me. I gasp in surprise before squealing loudly.

"What are you doing?!" I scream laughing as I wiggle around beneath him.

"Just testing out to see if you're ticklish or not," he says grinning before stopping.

"Not cool," I say breathless as I slap his chest.

"Did you sleep well?" he asks as he trails small kisses over my neck.

"I always sleep well with you," I say and feel him smile against my skin.

"I love you," he says before sitting up.

"Now why did you get up so early?" he asks pouting.

"I just woke up. While I was sitting out on the deck Brandon asked if I wanted food and when I said yes he told me to go get you so we could eat together."

"Well let's go get you some food," he says picking me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck and smile at him.

After breakfast we spend a few more hours on the yacht, just lounging and talking, before we go back to the pier, and then finally to Avalon.


"Do you have to work today?" I ask Roman as he's walking me back to my room.

"Yes, I have to meet with some council members. It shouldn't take too long."

"How much longer until you become King?" I ask him.

"The coronation is in a month."

"So I won't be a princess for much longer."

"You'll always be my princess," he says grinning and I roll my eyes.

"Have fun with the council members," I say as we reach my door.

"Try not to give Brandon too much trouble," he says looking back at Brandon who glares at me.

"I have to keep him on his toes."

"Just be careful and call me if you need anything," he says before kissing me.

"Bye." Once he and his guards are gone I go into my room and change into some comfy clothes. I grab a book and plop myself on my bed before reading for the next hour.

There is a knock on my door around 12:30 and I get up to open it.

"Hey Derek," I say smiling.

"Hey, my sweet little girl…" I don't hear the rest of his sentence as I gasp loudly. The phrase little girl goes through my head for a second, as I remember the werewolf from last night calling me that, and it sends me into a flashback. I hear Derek yelling as I fall.

"Jinx!"


Hope you guys liked the chapter! What did you guys think about the date?! Thank you to Nickateden for the picnic idea! Also, what do you think Jinx is going to remember in her flashback?

Also, in case anyone is wondering AWOL means absent without official leave, it's a military term used to say that a soldier has left their post without permission.

I'm gonna try to start the next chapter tonight and try and post it by Monday night since I'm on Easter break! Things from Jinx's is past are going to start being revealed in the coming chapters! Can't wait!

Don't forget to review! Also pics of everything will be up on my pinterest page, link is on my profile!

- scarletfiery