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Refresher: Dimitri is turning back to Strigoi...and his wife would do anything to save him.

I was tired. The plane ride really had tired me.

And this freak scene in front of me was not really helping in the slightest.

"Okay, you tell me. . .what would you be willing to do for your husband?" Jrar asked Yaritza, as he reached for another drink from one of the many maids he kept on hand in his mansion. He looked at Yaritza as if she were some exotic model showing off scanty bikinis, lingerie, and any type of intimate clothing; his eyes basically undressed her, observing her from head to toe. It seriously was disturbing and disgusting. He was disgusting.

"Anything!"

"Even at the cost of your children?"

Yaritza stumbled a bit, unresponsive. "I want to save my husband," she finally said.

"Alright. . .saving your husband. Nothing new for me. It has become dull for me, saving all these turned back to dhampir Strigoi."

"Dull?" I echoed, ready to punch the guy, or pour the liquor over his head and smash the glass against his head.

"Yes. It was only fun the first few times. Now, it is dull."

"He is a mess," Vera muttered, sharing the same views with me; we both were disgusted of this man, all of this man.

"Well, you dragged us to this mess," I whispered over at Vera. "And you dated him."

"It was those moments of mine, where I didn't really care what happened—"

"They were the most wonderful moments, Vera," Jrar put in, giving Vera a huge smile.

"To you, maybe. I never considered our times together anything serious. Sure, they were okay, you were fun to pass the time—that is it. But thankfully, now I am married and this man really shows me what it is to have fun. Real fun. And real love."

Jrar smiled Vera's way, but he was looking over at Jack, not in a nice way either. Jrar was looking at Jack as if he were some bug that needed to be exterminated. After a second of the murderous stare, Jrar moved his eyes back to Vera, throwing her an easy smile, taking his gaze back to Yaritza, giving her a mysterious smile.

"Now—let's ignore all these rude people—moving back to the subject of your husband. . .I would normally ask for an envelope of cash, but today, I am feeling a bit bored and would love amusement in my life." Jrar smiled, looking back at Vera, and then back at Yaritza. "If you manage to get little Miss Vera alone with me, I would give you anything you wanted at no price but the price of a few minutes alone with Vera. Your husband would be saved at no cost to her," Jrar said, pointing at me, reminding me that I would basically have to give up my life to save Dimitri.

Vera looked horrified as she stared at Yaritza, begging her to say no with a look. It was a simple look, but it held all the power in the world, I assumed, because Yaritza was shaking her head. Ah, I knew Vera could be very cold and powerful with just simple look.

"Shame," Jrar said, sipping a drink of his liquor. "I would have loved to chat with Vera and reminisce about the past with her. We had some nice times, despite what she says."

"Okay," Vera began, rolling her eyes. "The best time I remember us sharing. . .was the day I ditched you and left you alone on the plane that was supposed to take us to some paradise where we would live together forever."

"We could have lived together forever," Jrar insisted.

"No. I think not. I would have killed myself the first I spent in the 'forever paradise' with you. I barely could walk down the aisle to marry my husband, can you imagine living with you? I would. . .I don't know, but I wouldn't want to be with you."

"We would have fun. . ."

Vera laughed, a mean laugh. "Doing what? Baking cookies? Because that is all we did when we were together. I need adventure in my life and my husband sure gives me that."

Jrar looked a bit pained, but I could tell it was faked. "I love cookies," he said.

Adrian, sitting beside me, snorted. "So do I, Jrar." With a huge grin, Adrian turned towards me, almost laughing. "Sweetie, we should bake cookies one day 'cause apparently that is what couples do."

Jack and I threw our heads back and laughed.

Adrian continued on with his remarks. "Thanks for giving me the idea. I will have to try that with my wife, when the kids aren't around, though, 'cause we're gonna be naked."

Jrar actually laughed. I am sure he actually liked Adrian. Out of the whole group, he had to like my foolish husband. Why was it—why was it everyone preferred the weirdos, or well my definitely unique husband? With the females, Adrian's charming looks were sure a great help. But with the males. . .I was sure the looks did not help, unless the males were a bit on the fruity side.

Anyway. . .

"I would love to try that with Vera one day."

"Best of luck," Adrian said. "Shame on me for bringing back the seriousness, besides the request with Vera, what can we do for you to save Dimitri? I want to help out my sister here."

Jrar was no smiles or friendliness then. "You can leave."

Yaritza screamed, in frustration, I could tell. She stood up, moving to Jrar. "You have to help my husband! He really needs your help! As I said, I will do anything for you!"

"I can't help you, if you can't help me." Jrar shrugged. "I want Vera and that is that."

"How can I help you?" Yaritza yelled in his face.

I swear—watching Yaritza so upset made me crave a stake so I could finish her frustration right then and there—ah! A stake! A stake filled with nothing but the Moroi magic, the Spirit element. Why didn't I think of that before? My husband was a Spirit user and I possessed the power to drive a stake through Dimitri's heart and all would be solved, according to the stories I had heard. You seriously wouldn't believe the stories I heard about Spirit!

"Unfortunately, I don't want to help you. But your friend can."

He gave us a "polite" smile, stood up, and made his way to the more private areas of his house, but not before throwing me a wink—I really hope he wasn't hitting on me now—a wink that said I was right.

Whoa. It took me a whole day to write this small chapter for you, but I wrote it!

Share the thoughts! And I promise another chapter soon. Short chapter, but a chapter, nonetheless right?

Also, if you have read Bloodlines, you might want to consider my Adrian/Sydney story? Or my Rose/Dimitri story?

Oh! For those of you who like the story One In A Hundred, I will give you a short chapter soon! Be ready for it!

-Melissa