"Roman, what the hell did you do?" Selena asked as Roman walked straight into the bathroom to wash the blood off of his face. He'd been missing when she had woken that morning and waking up to an empty bed had made her worry. She warily eyed the water that turned pink as it mixed with the blood, unsure whether to run or stay.

"I ate," he replied simply as he grabbed a towel to dry his face. He threw it to the side carelessly before walking up and placing a firm kiss on her lips. "I missed you." She stared at him as he looked at her lovingly, frowning slightly at the way he had come home. He simply kissed her again before heading towards the closet. He pulled the doors open revealing his vast array of clothing on the left side, the right side now filled with clothing he had bought Selena the previous day.

"Who exactly did you eat?" Selena asked as he quickly changed his shirt into one that wasn't bloodstained. He was dressed in grey slacks and she watched as he buttoned up a black dress shirt. He looked handsome as ever in his work attire. It was something she could get used to.

"Some pimp." She scowled at his reply. "What? I'm trying to make sure what happened with you last time doesn't happen again. I need to feel full or else next time I'm going to kill you," he replied seriously. "Honestly babe, I'm doing this for you."

She sighed deeply but nodded. His twisted logic made sense. If he was snacking on someone else, he wouldn't be snacking on her. That was crucial to her survival.

"Just make sure the people you kill actually deserve it," she replied as she threw herself down onto their bed. He smirked but nodded in agreement. "Anyway, I've called Lynda but she's not answering."

"Peter?"

"I can't call him. He's probably furious with me for leaving." She frowned at the thought of the werewolf hating her, but it was to be expected after she left so abruptly. She was well aware of the feelings Peter still held for her. She had allowed herself to succumb to his affections when they had left, the need for physical love overbearing. She felt turmoil over it. It had meant more to Peter than it had to her. Her feelings for the upir had been stronger and upon realizing that she had made her decision to leave.

"Probably mad that I won," Roman commented with a smirk as rummaged through ties before deciding to just ditch the item altogether. She rolled her eyes at his ego.

"Boys," she muttered to herself. "I'm not a damn trophy," she said, this time louder for him to hear. Roman grinned as he picked her up, lifting her feet off the ground.

"Oh, but you are. You're the hottest trophy around and you're mine," he replied cheekily as he placed kisses along her neck. She hummed happily at the gesture and ran a hand through his hair. Selena's breathing hitched as he gently bit into her, the memory of what had happened last time returning to her. He drew a small amount of blood, lapping it up and kissing the small holes he had left.

"See? I'm better," he stated as he set her down. She rubbed a hand against her neck as she felt the small wound.

"I guess you are," she admitted. He smiled at her agreement as he pulled her into him.

"Maybe we should have some more fun before I head to work," he suggested, his voice dangerously husky as his desires seeped into it.

"You're already late," Selena commented as she looked at the clock. He was supposed to be at work half an hour ago.

"It's my company kitty cat," he laughed. "I can do whatever the fuck I want."

She playfully rolled her eyes at his response. She knew Roman wouldn't change despite his new business man demeanor. There was a knock on the door that interrupted their banter and Selena followed him out to the hallway. She stopped in her tracks when she saw Peter. He looked disheveled and the bags underneath his eyes were clear indicators that he had not slept well for days.

"What do you want?" Roman asked, devoid of any emotion. The sudden change in mood caused Selena to frown as she stood behind him.

"Sel," Peter greeted as he noticed her. He scanned her quickly to make sure she was well and frowned when he noticed the bite marks on her neck. If Roman had fed off of her, he was honestly surprised that she was still alive. "Sel, come home."

"She's not going anywhere. This is her home," Roman spoke authoritatively as his hand shot out in front of her as if to keep her from going. "So if that's what you want, leave."

Peter frowned and looked desperately at her, their eyes meeting as he gave her a silent plea. She looked away unable to face him.

"Lynda's in jail," Peter stated with desperation in his voice. His statement caused her to snap back to his attention.

"What the hell happened Peter?" Selena yelled as she took a step closer only to be held back by Roman. She looked at Roman with concern shining in her eyes. He shook his head, a minuscule movement that she caught as if warning her not to take another step.

"They raided us. Lynda's being charged here in Hemlock Grove. Her bail is twenty grand," he replied. Selena groaned at the though. They didn't have any money and gypsies were targeted in prison. She feared the worst.

"What does that have to do with me?" Roman asked, a hint of annoyance trickling into his voice.

"Lend me the money and I'll pay you back," Peter pleaded. "She won't survive in there."

Selena tugged on Roman's shirt in an attempt to grab his attention but he ignored her as he continued to glare down at his uninvited guest.

"No."

"You can hate me, but this is Lynda." Peter was in tears as he begged and the sight was enough to make Selena's heart ache.

"I liked your mom. She made cookies," he replied emotionlessly. "But you left. You all did. So the answer is no."

"Sel left too and you just welcomed her back into your fucking bed without a second thought," Peter accused angrily. Selena felt sick at the way he was looking at her, as if she had torn his heart out.

"She came back," was Roman's simple response.

"So did we."

"Yeah, your mother in a police car and you begging for my money," Roman spat. "The answer is no. Now leave."

Peter strode towards the door angrily before turning back to look at the pair.

"I fucked her. I fucked her every night. I fucked her more than you can imagine," he yelled as he pointed at Selena. She gave him a look of utter disbelief at his outburst. Roman tensed as he glowered down at the gypsy before a mocking smirk broke his face.

"Well, looks like you didn't do a good job since she ended up back in my bed," he replied coyly. Peter scoffed as he stormed out of the house, cursing the entire world.

Roman turned back into the room with Selena trailing behind him.

"Roman...," she spoke softly as she tried to not aggravate him even more. Peter's visit had left him tense and on edge.

"Is it true?" He asked without turning to look at her.

"He exaggerated," Selena replied softly. Roman turned around, grabbing her by her arms. She yelped in surprise at his force.

"You're mine. Do you understand that?" Roman asked. His eyes were darkened with jealousy at the thought of her being with Peter every night. She nodded her head quickly.

"Good," he said with a nod as he loosened his grasp. He gently massaged his fingers against her arms in an effort to diminish the pain he had caused. "I'm sorry. I just don't want to lose you again."

Selena's eyes softened as she noticed the genuine fear in his eyes at the thought. She gently took his hand in hers, pulling it away from the circles it had been tracing against her arms.

"You won't."

"Maybe I should stay home today."

"Don't be silly. I'll be fine," she replied with a slight roll of her eyes. "I have to go see Destiny anyway," she added.

"No. Tell her to come here. If you go..."

"Peter will be there."

Roman sighed and nodded. It was clear that he was against Selena seeing Peter at the moment and for once she actually agreed. After his outburst she wasn't sure if she wanted to face the werewolf any time soon.

"I'll tell her to stop by then."

"Good."

Destiny whistled as she walked into the home. It was a house that was clearly worth a good amount of money but she didn't expect anything less from a Godfrey.

"Destiny," Selena greeted her with a tight hug and gestured for her to sit down. Her friend did so as she looked around, briefly catching sight of the maid upstairs who carried around a laundry basket.

"Living like a queen, Sel," she commented with a wry smile.

"Yeah, I know," she replied nonchalantly. "Tell me what happened with Lynda. Peter wasn't exactly... well composed."

Destiny filled her in on everything that had happened. Selena was frowning the entire time at the thought of the woman in such a horrible situation. She was family to her, and you don't turn your back on family.

"I'll talk with Roman. I'm sure I can convince him to lend the money," Selena said surely. Roman loved her and if this was something she needed she highly doubted he would oppose to it. "He needs her. He needs the drug."

"Yeah, I thought so," Destiny said as she pulled out three small vials from her bag. "I made these for you. They're not as strong as the ones Lynda makes but it should be enough to help momentarily."

"You know how to make it?" Selena asked surprised as she took the vials from her.

"Sort of. Not my expertise. You need Lynda if you want the good stuff."

"Thank you. I'm surprised you still even talk to me after all I've done," she admitted as she pocketed the drugs.

"Just because you don't want to be with Peter doesn't mean we stop being friends," Destiny replied with a roll of her eyes. "You know you're family to me. And to Peter, no matter how much he'll want to deny it. He loves you."

"Yeah and that's the problem," Selena replied with a deep sigh.

"He'll come around. He wants you to be happy. We all do."