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Chapter 9

KPOV

No matter how hurt a person is, they can never cry forever.

Well, that's what people say, but it Keller was still crying her heart and soul out non-stop.

And it's already been forever.

Or at least that's what it felt like. In reality, it was probably a day or two. Not that Keller really knew, anyway.

She hadn't looked up once since that day, still lying on Blaise's bed, still clutching the already-worn piece of paper.

Tears continued to stream down her face, adding to the puddle already gathering there.

She could faintly hear someone talking about something somewhere near her.

It didn't matter, though. If it wasn't Galen, it didn't matter.

BPOV

"Nissa, she looks like crap. We have to do something!" Winnie exclaimed, throwing her hands into the air for emphasize.

"But what, Winnie? Galen came, and Keller sent him away. What makes you think it'll be any different if he comes again today?"

Winnie was obviously not in the mood to give up.

"Blaise, you haven't even looked up once from that thing you're working on. You could try talking to Keller, you know. She might listen. She might – "

"This project of mine happens to be very important, Winnie. It's for someone very important. Not to mention, I have a deadline, and rings aren't easy to make. Especially a ring with this particular design." Blaise looked up, caught her breath, shot Winnie one of her 'don't-mess-with-me-when-I'm-busy' looks and angrily blew at a lock of hair that fell in front of her face.

"I don't care how important he is! Don't you care about Keller?" Winnie's eyes watered.

Blaise sighed.

"Of course I care about her. We all do, right?" Nissa nodded. "But the thing is that I'm doing everything I can to help her."

"But you just said – "

Blaise shot her another look. This time, it was a 'don't-question-me' one.

"Trust me. Keller'll get her prince and live happily ever after," Blaise smiled smugly.

She should really get into the match-making business.

QPOV

Quinn was angry. No, screw that. He was furious.

How dare that little twerp just barge into their room and put on that pathetic four-year-old face to ask Rashel to 'play with him'?

Why would a seventeen-year-old – albeit stuck in a four-year-old's body – want to play with building blocks?

It was the most pathetic excuse ever.

And when he had bluntly stated what he thought, Rashel had hit him on the head and told him to get out.

Her precise words were colourful. Heck, he'd even learned a few words.

And of course, dear little Timmy's ears were covered the whole while. Not that it really mattered, he was a vampire.

"Stupid, crazy, manipulative, demented...demon," Quinn grumbled, looking at his feet.

So he didn't notice when someone opened the door directly in front of him and slammed into his face.

"Hey! Watch how you open your door you – " Quinn was about to repeat Rashel's words when he saw a disheveled blonde head, tired but happy golden-green eyes and a hopeful smile.

"Oh, hey, Quinn. Look, do you have any pencils?"

"I guess I could look for some. I mean, it's not like I have a soulmate who'd rather spend time with me than a demented brat, anyway," Quinn was fuming, and he was speaking rather loudly.

Galen smiled faintly and thanked him while Quinn set off on his mission to find pencils.

TPOV

"Is there anything else, Nilsson?" Thierry asked warily.

Hey, it had been a long day.

"Ah...yes, sir. There appears to be a major pencil shortage in the mansion. Though how that happened I have no clue, sir. There were plenty just this morning."

"Just go buy some more, Nilsson." Thierry sighed.

"Yes, sir."

QPOV

"I don't really need that many pencils, Quinn."

"Keep 'em. One might snap, and you might use up another."

"I wouldn't want anyone to think I'm planning to stake 'em."

"Eh, a pencil won't really kill us. There's granite in it. Doesn't really work if the tip ain't wood." Quinn shrugged carelessly.

Well, that actually explained a lot.

There was a huge stack of paper on Galen's desk and a slightly smaller pile sat neatly beside it. Quinn picked one up from the smaller pile while Galen was protesting like his life depended on it.

"Wow, this is...beautiful."

Galen grimaced. "I just hope it's enough."

"She'll love it. And she'll understand your...dedication." Quinn glanced at the bigger pile. "You're going to finish that in a week?"

"No," Galen admitted, "in a day. A single pile like that everyday. Should be enough, don't you think?"

Quinn stared, open-mouthed. That pile was huge! It was as tall as half-a-really-tall-table-lamp.

"What? Not enough?" Galen's tone suggested he thought so, too.

Quinn continued staring.

"Yeah, I'll get more paper, after I'm done."

"Er...want any help?" Quinn wasn't sure whether he wanted to hear a 'yes' or a 'no'.

Galen's expression was thoughtful, then he turned to Quinn and said, "right, now can you please..."

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