Heeyy! Miss me? Anyway here is the long a waited chapter! Again sorry for the delay but I've been struggling to writing this and 9th grade kicking my butt, but hopefully updates will be quicker than this one was. Oh and there's a poll on my profile for the next book to be read.

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Quinn was cold

Moregad snorted and flashed a cruel smile at Quinn. "I didn't know you could get cold, Quinny."

The older vampire just glared through the other teen, "I don't."

"But then how-" Quinn cut Poppy off.

"Externally no. It's impossible. Internally yes." He knew where his train of thought was heading in the book. Quinn did not like it.

Not physically, of course. That was impossible. The icy March air had no effect on him; his body was imperious to little things like weather.

"Yeeeeah," Maggie drawled sarcastically. "Because the weather is such a small thing."

"To a vampire, yes." Ash said dryly.

Mary-Lynette caught the smug tone hidden under his dry one, again that strange urge to smack him resurfaced.

No, this cold was inside him.

He stood looking at the bay and the thriving city across it. Boston by starlight.

Mar-Lynette sighed contentedly at the mention of the stars. Ash took a sideways glance at the contented look on the girl's face.

It had taken him a long time to come back to Boston after…the change.

Rashel winced internally. I imagine it would. She thought sadly. But the thought also disgusted her. Vampires, changing innocent humans for who knows what. Going back to where it happened, though, that took courage. Rashel scowled, she was going soft. Who was she kidding ever since she'd been sitting next to Quinn she had been soft and only getting softer. Parasite.

He'd lived there once, when he'd been human. But in those days Boston was nothing but three hills, one beacon, and a handful of houses with thatched roofs.

The place where he was standing now had been a clean beach surrounded by salt meadows and dense forest.

The year had been 1639.

"David whistled. He grinned at the vamp. "Your old."

Against his will a smile tugged at the corner of his lips but he used all his force to push it down. "Very, almost five hundred. But I'm pretty sure Thierry is older" he turned his grin into one of mischief. "When were you turned again Thierry the Ice Age?"

"I believe it was the Stone Age." Thierry said thoughtfully, tapping his lips with his pointer finger like he was having a hard time actually remembering. Hannah gasped quietly.

Rashel's eyebrows flew up and she took a quick peek at the vampire next to her. It was amazing how young vampires could seem but one look in their eyes told anyone they had seen far too much for their young looks. Quinn's were cold and bottomless; monsters lurked in the black holes. Monsters of what he'd seen and what he'd done. They were evil monsters.

Boston had grown since then, but Quinn hadn't. He was still eighteen, still the young man who'd loved the sunny pastures and the clear blue water of the wilderness. Who had lived simply, feeling grateful when there was enough food for supper on his mother's table, and who had dreamed of someday having his own fishing schooner

"What's a fishing schooner?" Jade asked shifting between her sisters.

Quinn bared his teeth, "Didn't they teach you anything on the island? A fishing schooner is a two or more mast ship used, as you can guess, for fishing back then at least."

"You don't have to be mean." Mark glared at the older teen.

Morgead threw back his head and howled. "Quinn? Mean? That's an understatement."

Quinn leered at him, growling silently.

And marrying pretty Dove Redfern.

Rashel felt foreign emotions swarm around in her, painfully and miserably. She tried to shake them off.

That was how it had all started, with Dove. Pretty Dove and her soft brown hair…sweet Dove

If he says one more thing about her I'm going to kill him. Rashel mentally threatened the other teen.

Quinn looked at Rashel who was glaring at him. He frowned. Quinn was sure he hadn't done anything that would make her mad, besides existing of course. He hoped he hadn't made her mad about thinking about Dove. Why was he worried if he made her mad or not?

Quinn sighed; he might as well stop asking himself useless questions he already knew the answer to. He ran a hand through his black hair in frustration, he'd never believed in the Soulmate Principle but there was no denying it now that his soulmate sat next to him on this very couch glaring at him through narrowed slits.

Who had a secret a simple boy like Quinn could never have imagined.

Well. Quinn felt his lip curl. That was all in the past. Dove had been dead for centuries, and if her screams still haunted him every night, no one knew but himself.

Not any more. He thought bitterly.

Most of the girl's turned to him with pity in their eyes. Kestrel's eyes just said get over it.

Rashel just continued giving him a steely gaze; if looks could kill Quinn was pretty sure even a vampire would be dead.

"Crushing on our aunt, Quinny?" Ash asked sweetly.

"If I smack him again will anyone care?" Mary-Lynette asked.

No one raised any objections.

Because he might not be any older then he had been in the days of the colonies, but he had learned a few tricks. Like how to wrap ice around his heart so that nothing in the world could hurt him. And how to put ice in his gaze, so that whoever looked into his black eyes saw only an endless glacial dark. He'd gotten very good at that. Some people actually went pale and backed away when he turned his on them.

The tricks had been working for years, allowing him not to just survive as a vampire, but to be brilliantly successful at it. He was Quinn, pitiless as a snake, whose blood ran like ice water, who's soft voice pronounced doom on anybody who got in his way. Quinn, the essence of darkness, who struck fear into the hearts of humans and Night People alike.

"Now you see why mean was an understatement." Morgead muttered.

And just at that moment, he was tired.

Tired and cold. There was a kind of bleakness inside him, like winter that would never change to spring.

"How sad." Poppy whispered and scooted closer to James. James raised his arm like he was about to wrap it around her waist, and Poppy held her breath with anticipation, but his arm swiftly went back down.

Poppy pouted.

Rashel let her eyes open back up into their normal size, her glaring ceased for the moment. Her stomach churned at thought of his never ending winter.

He had no idea what to do about it- although it had occurred to him that if he were to jump into the bay and let those dark waters close over his head and then stay down there for a few day without feeding… well, all his problems would be solved, wouldn't they?

"Quinn! Suicide's not the answer!" Jade yelped.

"Don't you think I know that?" Quinn growled. "Its just a thought. I'm not ready to die yet."

But that was ridiculous. He was Quinn.

"Yes Quinn we know who you are." Delos rolled his yellow eyes. His face turned red after that little comment and the others could guess from Quinn's smug face Delos had been on the receiving mind of some torturous thoughts.

Nothing could touch him. The bleak feeling would go away eventually.

He pulled himself out of his reverie, turning away from the shimmering blackness of the bay. Maybe he should go to the warehouse in Mission Hill, check on its in habitants.

There goes one more secret. He fumed internally but his heart wasn't in the anger. He hated gong to that club pretending to flirt, pretend to actually take interest in one of those humans. He hated the way their eyes watch him in that stupid dreamy state as he described darkness for them. The thoughts and fantasies they all had, loud and clear for any telepath, when he 'chose' one of them. The ordeal was driving him mad.

"What inhabitants?" Rashel spoke through gritted teeth.

"Its not important." He turned away from the black-haired girl.

Rashel scowled and rubbed her temples; this whole situation was giving her a headache.

He needed something to do, to keep him from thinking.

Quinn smiled, knowing it was a smile to frighten children. He set off for Boston.

Rashel sat by the window, but not the way ordinary people sit. She was kneeling in a sort of crouch, weight resting on her left leg, right leg bent and pointing forward. It was a position that allowed swift and unrestricted movement in any direction. Her bokken was beside her; she could spring and draw at a second's notice.

The abandoned building was quite. Steve and Vicky were outside, scouting the street. Nyala seemed lost in her own thoughts.

Suddenly Nyala reached out and touched the bokken's sheath. "What's this?"

"Hm? Oh, it's a kind of Japanese sword. They use wooden swords for fencing practice because steel would be too dangerous. But it can actually be lethal even to humans. It's weighted and balanced just like a steel sword." She pulled put the sword out if the sheath and turned the flashlight on it so Nyala see the satiny green-black wood.

Nyala drew in her breath and touched the graceful curve slightly. "Its beautiful."

"Its made of lignu, vitea: the Wood of Life. That's the hardest and heaviest wood there is- it's as dense as iron. I had it carved specially, just for me."

"And you use it to kill vampires?"

"Yes."

"And you've killed a lot?"

"Yes." Rashel slid the sword back into its sheath.

"Good," Nyala said with a throb in her voice. She turned to stare at the street. She had a small queenly head, with hair piled on back like Nefertit's crown. When she turned back to Rashel, her voice was quite. "How did get into all this in the first place?" I mean, you seem to know so much. How did you learn it all?"

Rashel laughed. "Bit by bit," she said briefly. She didn't like to talk about it. "But I started out like you. I saw one of them kill my mom when I was five. After that, I tried to learn everything I could about vampires, so I could fight them. And I told the story at every foster I lived in, and finally I found some people who believed me. They were vampire hunters. They taught me a lot."

Nyala looked ashamed and disgusted. "I'm so stupid- I haven't done anything like that. I wouldn't have even known about the Lancers if Elliot hadn't called me. He saw the article in the paper about my sister and guessed it might have been a vampire killing. But I'd never have found them one my own."

"You just haven't had enough time."

"No. I think it takes a special kind of person. But now that I know how to fight them, I'm going to do it." Her voice was tight and shaky, and Rashel glanced at her quickly. There was something unstable just under the surface of this girl.

"Your very perceptive," Keller noted.

Rashel shrugged, "You learn to notice things over time. You need to be able to pick out the Night World people from the humans.

"Mm," Keller sat back into her own thoughts saying nothing more on the subject. She still had her suspicions about Rashel; the little things she did that were mentioned in the book had Keller believing Rashel might not be entirely human.

"Nobody knows which one of them killed my sister, so I'll get as many of them as I can. I want to-"

"Quite!" Rashel hissed the word and put a hand over Nyala's mouth at the same instant. Nyala froze

Rashel sat tensely, listening, then got up like a spring uncoiling and put her head out the window. She listened for another moment, then caught up her scarf and veiled her face with practiced movements. "Grab your ski mask and come one."

"What is it?"

"You're going to get your wish- right now. There's a fight down there. Stay behind me… and don't forget your mask."

Nyala didn't need to ask about that, she noticed. It was the first thing any vampire hunter learned. If you were recognized and the vampire got away…well; it was all over. The Night People would search until they found you, then strike you when you least expected it.

With Nyala behind her, Rashel ran lightly down the stairs and around the street.

The large group froze as they heard the door bang.

"Just when it was getting good," Maggie sighed.

Delos and Thierry walked into the room. Thierry smiled brightly as but Delos looked like walking death. He was paler than normal with dark bags hung under his bright yellow eyes that threatened to close any minute.

"What are you two doing here?" Galen asked.

"They're here to take over for us," Keller explained as she stood and stretched. "Which is good because I need a long run."

Delos plopped heavily into Galen's chair as soon as the blond moved away from it. Thierry pulled Galen aside as he headed for the door, they spoke in quiet whispers for a brief time before Galen left with Keller, and Thierry slid into Keller's seat.

"So you're all going to be switching out?" Gillian asked- more like mumbled.

Thierry heard her, though. "Yes there is…business that needs to be taken care of in our time. So one of us must be there at all times while the rest are posing as you."

"Speaking of which, what time is it?" Thea asked.

Thierry glanced down at his watch. "1:00, why?"

"We've been here for three hours?" Delos cried in disbelief.

Thierry stood and walked over to his older counter part. He whispered something in Thierry's ear. The future vampire's eyes widened as he nodded his head. "Of course."

Thierry then addressed the group, "If any vampires need a, er, drink go through that door." He pointed to the door near the swinging bookcase. "And if anyone else needs a drink the kitchen is through there," Thierry pointed to door Ash had come out of.

Everyone clambered up and through their respective doors some more eager than others to quench their thirst. Rashel cast a quick glance toward the room the vampires were heading in but it whatever was inside was hidden from her view.

After all the teens had their refreshments (and vampires could control their hunger), Mary-Lynette set down her Coke (A/N Woot!) and picked up the book again to continue reading

The sounds were coming from a pool of darkness beside one of the warehouses, far from the nearest streetlight. As Rashel reached the place, she could make out the form of Steve and Vicky, their faces masked, their clubs in their hands. They were struggling with another form.

Oh, for God's sake, Rashel thought, stopping dead.

One other form. The two of them, armed with wood lying in ambush, couldn't handle one little vampire by themselves? From the racket, she's thought they must have been surprised by a whole army.

"Your friends," Eric started, "don't seem very capable of handling themselves."

"At this point I would have to agree with you." Rashel replied sourly.

But this vampire seemed to be putting up quite a fight-in fact, he was clearly winning. Throwing his attackers around with supernatural strength, just as if they were ordinary humans and not fearless vampire slayers. He seemed to be enjoying it.

"We've got to help them!" Nyala hissed in Rashel's ear.

"Yeah," Rashel said joylessly. She sighed, "Wait here; I'm going to bonk him on the head."

Poppy began to giggle.

"What so funny?" James looked down at her.

She giggled again before staring up at him, "I just think its funny Rashel is going to bonk a super powered vampire on the head."

James shook his head but grinned at her childish amusement, thankful that his little secret didn't appear to have changed their friendship…for now. He still wondered, still hoped that he would find the answers to his suspicions in the book that he and, with any luck, Poppy featured in.

It wasn't quite that easy. Rashel got behind the vampire without any trouble; he was preoccupied with the other two and arrogant enough to be careless. But then she had a problem.

Her bokken, the honorable sword of a warrior, had one purpose: to deliver a clean blow capable of killing instantly. She couldn't bring herself to whack somebody unconscious with it.

"How right you are," Quinn mumbled.

"What?" Rashel asked raising a black eyebrow.

"You are right," Quinn spoke louder, "It would not be right for you to whack somebody on the head with an honorable weapon."

"What do you know of honor." She spat.

"More than you think," he looked away.

It wasn't that she didn't have other weapons. She had plenty- back at home in Marblehead. All the tools of a ninja and some the ninja had never heard of. And she knew some extremely dirty methods of fight. She could break bones and crush tendons; she could peel an enemy's trachea out of his neck with her bare hands or drive his ribs into his lungs with her feet.

"Remind me never to make you mad." David squirmed in his seat like Rashel had given the threats directly to him.

But those were desperate measures, to be used as a last resort when her own life was at stake and the opposition was over whelming. She simply couldn't do that to a single enemy when she had the jump on him.

Just then the single enemy threw Steve into a wall, where he landed with a muffled 'oof.' Rashel felt sorry for him, but it solved her dilemma. She grabbed the oak club Steve had been holding as it rolled across the concrete. The she circled nimbly as the vampire turned, trying to face her. At that instant Nyala threw herself into the fight, creating a distraction, and Rashel did what she'd said she would. She bonked the vampire on the head, driving the club like a home runner's swing with the force of her hips.

The vampire cried out and fell down motionless.

Rashel raised the club again, watching him. Then she lowered it, looking at Steve and Vicky. "You guys okay?"

Vicky nodded stiffly. She was trying to get her breath. "He surprised us," she said.

Rashel didn't answer. She was very unhappy, and her feeling of being in top form tonight had completely evaporated. This had the most undignified fight she'd seen in a while, and…

…and it bothered her, the way the vampire cried out as he fell. She couldn't explain why but it had.

So it is true, Quinn thought. Rashel was his soulmate. Panic erupted silently within him. Rashel could be put to death if this little fact was discovered and the damnable book probably spelled it out point blank to the other Night Worlders in the room. But he had seen Rashel coming out of that room under the staircase with… him. Maybe there was a chance-? No, never again, Quinn would not allow himself to fall in love again.

But… was it already too late?

Steve picked himself up. "He shouldn't have been able to surprise us," he said. "That was our fault."

Rashel glanced at him. It was true. In this business, you were either ready all the time, expecting the unexpected at any moment, or you were dead.

"He was just good," Vicky said shortly.

"Whatever." Maggie rolled her eyes. "She just can't admit defeat can she?"

James chuckled, "Apparently not.

"I wish she would just shut up." Delos grumbled.

"Come on, let's get him out of here before somebody sees us. There's a cellar in the other building."

Rashel took hold of one of the vampire's feet while Steve grabbed his shoulders. He wasn't very big, about Rashel's height and compact. He looked young, about Rashel's age.

Which meant nothing, she reminded herself. A parasite could be a thousand and still look young. They gained eternal life from other people's blood.

"We don't steal eternal life," Thierry stared directly at Rashel trying to explain to her that not all vampires were evil and some of her viewpoints on Night People were wrong. "True, blood keeps us alive many more years than humans but that is not its purpose."

"Then what is? If not for eternal life than what? For pleasure of the kill?" She knew the words were cruel but truly she was not yet ready to throw all of her teachings of vampires out the window. They were parasites, leeches, monsters.

How strongly she was holding on to those injustices beliefs that, as she spoke, were crumbling away.

"To survive. Rashel we did not ask this for ourselves. It is simply our way of life. And did you ever consider the possibility we do not all feed on humans?"

"Are you saying you don't?" She asked sarcastically.

"…No but-"

"You humans are hypocritical." Morgead cut in. "You say we're monster but are you any better than us? You have slaughterhouses; you think the cows don't suffer? Blood is in the meat you get from those cow graveyards, some is still there even after it is cooked. You, well most of you, eat meat to survive. We drink blood for the same reason."

Rashel pressed her lips into a thin line before leaning back on the couch to ponder Morgead's uncharacteristically calm outburst.

Mary-Lynette ended the awkward silence by reading on.

She and Steve carried their burden down the stairs into a large dank room that smelled of damp rot and mildew. They dropped him on the cold concrete floor and Rashel straightened to ease her back.

"Okay. Now lets see what he looks like." Vicky said, and turned her flashlight in him.

The vampire looked pale, and his black hair looked even blacker against his white skin. His eyelashes were dark on his cheek. A little blood matted his hair in the back.

"I don't think he's the same one Elliot and I saw last night. That one looked bigger," Vicky said.

Nyala pressed forward, staring at her very first captive vampire. "What difference does it make? He's one of them, right? Nobody human could have thrown Steve like that. He might even be the one that killed my sister. And he's ours now." She smiled to the unconscious boy on the floor. "Just you wait."

"I think that girl has some mental problems." Maggie said.

"She's probably in shock." Rowan gave her diagnosis.

"Your most likely right," Thierry nodded. "The discovery of the Night World does that to some people and for her to find out about it in such a…gruesome way cannot be good for her mental health."

Kestrel snorted, "I say she was crazy before she learned about us."

Steve rubbed his shoulder where it had hit the wall. All he said was "Yeah," but his smile wasn't nice.

"I only hope he doesn't die soon," Vicky said examining the pale face critically. "You hit him pretty hard."

"He's not going to die," Rashel said. "In fact, he'll probably wake up in a few minutes. And we better hope he's not one of the really powerful telepaths."

"Your hope is in vain, sweetheart." Ash said.

Mary-Lynette really did hit him with the book this time.

Nyala looked up sharply, "What?"

"Oh- all vampires are telepathic," Rashel said absently. " But there's a big range as to how powerful they are. Most of them can only communicate over a short distance- like within the same house, say. But a few are a lot stronger."

"Even if he is strong, it won't matter unless there are other vampires around," Vicky said.

"Those fools are incompetent," Quinn spoke in his soft voice. "Another vampire doesn't need to be around for a powerful telepath to harm a h-… another creature."He stopped his fumble of the word 'human' figuring it would only make Rashel even angrier. Plus it wasn't just limited to humans that telepathic powers affect. A Night World creature could easily fall to Quinn's telepathic powers.

"Which there may be, if you and Elliot saw another one last night."

"Well…" Vicky hesitated, then said, "We can check outside, make sure he doesn't have any friends hiding around that warehouse."

Steve was nodding, and Nyala was listening. Rashel started to say that from what she'd see, they couldn't find a vampire in hiding to save their lives – but then she changed her mind.

"Good idea," she said. " You take Nyala and do that. Its better to have three people than two. I'll tie him up before he comes around. I've got bast cord."

"What's a bast cord?" Mark asked.

"It's a cord made from the inner bark of trees, very effective in immobilizing a vampire." Jez rattled the information off.

Morgead pinned her with a fierce emerald glare, "How do you know."

"I pay attention." Jez responded curtly with a flick of her flaming hair.

Vicky glanced over quickly, but her hostility seemed to have faded since Rashel had knocked the vampire over the head. "Okay but let's use the handcuffs. Nyala, run up there to get them."

Nyala did, and she and Vicky fixed the wooden stocks on the vampire's wrists. Then they left with Steve.

Rashel sat on the floor.

"Yes, she's gone!" Delos gave off a mock hurrah.

Maggie chuckled and looked from him to his older counterpart. "What wrong with him?" She asked Thierry.

Delos had fallen soundlessly asleep in his chair.

Thierry sighed, "He's been up all night staking out a dragon."

"Impossible!" Galen cried incredulously. "There are no dragons left."

Thierry stared the young First House shape shifter straight in the eye. "I assure you dragons are alive and they will wake once again."

Galen trembled as he slumped back down in his seat.

She didn't know what she was doing or why she'd sent Nyala away. All she knew was that she wanted to be alone, and that she felt… rotten.

It wasn't that she didn't have anger. There were times when she got so angry at the universe that was actually like a little voice in her head whispering, Kill, kill, kill. Times when she wanted to strike out blindly, without caring who she hurt.

But now the little voice was silent, and Rashel felt sick.

To keep herself busy, she tied his feet with bast, a cord made from the inner bark of trees. It was as good for holding a vampire as Vicky's ridiculous handcuffs.

When it was done she turned the flashlight on him again.

He was good looking.

Mary-Lynette stopped and skimmed this part, wary of saying something that might be potentially embarrassing to Rashel. Ash was trying to peek over her shoulder but she shooed him away. Mary-Lynette bit her lip after the skimming was over.

"Rashel," She finally spoke. The girl's cat like yes met her own blue ones as Rashel waited for the younger girl to continue. "Could you come here for a minute?" Mary-Lynette stood from the couch and, frowning, Rashel did the same and strode over to her. Mary-Lynette showed her the paragraph.

As Rashel's traveled farther down the page her cheeks gained a pink tint. Rashel shook her head vigorously and Mary-Lynette got the hint. Sitting down again, with Ash still trying to peer over her shoulder Mary-Lynette scanned for a good place to restart.

She'd seen attractive vampires before- in fact an inordinate number of them seemed to be really beautiful. It didn't mean anything. It only stood as a contrast to what they really were inside.

The tall man who'd killed her mother had been handsome. She could still see his face, his golden eyes.

Filthy parasites. Night World scum. They weren't really people. They were monsters.

James, Thierry, Morgead, Jade, Rowan, Thea, Jez, and Quinn flinched. Delos gave her a princely glare.

"Do you really hate all of us that much?" Thea spoke up quietly.

"I-" but the words died in Rashel's throat before she would not have hesitated but now having to be trapped in a room full of Night Worlders, who weren't that bad, the words did not come out easy. She just wouldn't, couldn't trust them all yet. So she remained silent.

But they could still feel pain, just like any human. She'd hurt this one when she'd hit him.

Rashel jumped up and started to pace the cellar.

All right. This vampire deserved to die. They all did. Bu that didn't mean she had to wait for Vicky to come back and poke him with pointy sticks.

Rashel knew now why she'd sent Nyala away. So she could give the vampire a clean death. Maybe he didn't deserve it, but she couldn't stand around and watch Vicky kill him slowly. She couldn't.

She stopped pacing and went to the unconscious boy.

The flashlight on the floor was still pointing at him, so she could see him clearly. He was wearing a lightweight black shirt- no sweater or coat. Vampires didn't need protection from the cold. Rashel unbuttoned the shirt, exposing his chest.

Thierry spoke, "One inappropriate comment from anyone and you'll find yourself in a very uncomfortable predicament." He warned. The comments from some of the teens that were about to be voiced died on the owner's lips.

Although the angled tip of her bokken could pierce clothing, it was easier to drive it straight into vampire flesh without any barrier between.

Standing with one foot one either side of the vampire's waist, she drew the heavy wooden sword She held it in both hands, one near the guard, the other near the knob on the end of the hilt.

She positioned the end exactly over the vampire's heart.

"This kitten has claws," she whispered, hardly aware she was saying it.

Then she took a deep breath, eyes shut. She needed to work to focus, because she's never done anything like this before. The vampires she'd killed had usually been caught in the middle of some despicable act- they'd all been fighting in the end. She'd never staked on that was lying still.

Concentrate, she thought. You need to zanshine, continuing mind, awareness of everything without fixing on anything.

She felt her feet becoming part of the cold concrete beneath them, her muscles and bones becoming extensions of the ground. The strike would carry the energy of the earth itself.

That's pretty cool. Mark thought

Her hands brought the sword up. She was ready for the kill. She opened her eyes to perfect her aim.

And then she saw the vampire was awake. His eyes were open and he was looking at her.

"Da da da duuuummm." Maggie said pretending to press her fingers down on an imaginary organ earning a small chuckle from everyone.

"I hate cliff hangers." Eric complained.

"I know they're horrible." Poppy stuck out her tongue to nothing in particular.

"Well who's going to read next we won't have to wait much longer?" Mary-Lynette asked.

"I will."

"Delos?" Maggie asked in surprise.

The prince settled back down in his chair the newly retrieved book in hand. "Yes?"

"...Nothing. Just nothing."

He gave her a disbelieving look but did not question, he only opened the book to the next chapter.

Yay! Wow there was a lot of glaring going on that chapter. And looks like Quinn finally understands what's happening to him. ^_^ Anyway don't forget the pole for the next book and to review.