The next day, I was woken up by Zed planting kisses up and down my bare spine.

'Good morning.' I whispered, having had the best night's sleep in over a week.

'Mmm... good morning.' He replied, moving his mouth to kiss my shoulder. 'How did you sleep?'

'Like a baby.'

'Ditto.' I felt his smile against my bare shoulder.

'What time is it?' I arched my back, stretching it out.

'Nearly eight AM.' He replied, as I turned to face him.

'Why are we awake?'

'I'm not sure, but at least it means we can make the most of the day.' He grinned, running his fingers along the slight curve of my waist.

'Can we go and be tourists?' I squealed with excitement.

'Best way to fit in, huh?' He replied. 'Just a shame about the heat.'

'Do you own any shorts?' I asked, remembering that I'd only ever seen him in tight black jeans.

Zed shook his head. 'I'm not sure I'd pull them off, you know.'

He'd pull anything off. He looked like a god. And he was all mine.

'Thanks.' He laughed, kissing my nose.

'I really need to work on locking away my thoughts, damn it.'

'But then that wouldn't be so much fun.'

Much to Zed's horror, I won the coin toss and we ended up spending the day in Disneyland; perfect! Unlike most girls, I hadn't had the chance to lose myself in a Disney film when I was a child. I hadn't believed in prince charmings and princesses- for me, they had never existed. When Simon and Sally adopted me, I watched a few of the classics and realised just how magical the world of Walt Disney could be- even if it was not very realistic!

Walking through the gates was like walking into the mind of a small child. Happy music filled the air and in the distance, Cinderella's castle shimmered pink and lilac.

'This is like my worst nightmare.' Zed cringed, looking around at all the over-excited children.

'Awh, so you don't want to go and visit the princesses then?' I pouted, enjoying watching the 'mighty one' squirm.

'We're only here because I love you.' He sighed. 'Stupid soulfinder stuff.'

I grinned and dragged him off to the first rides of the day.

By lunch, Zed was starting to enjoy himself. As an adrenaline junkie, he enjoyed the rollercoasters and some of the more thrilling rides. I'd even managed to take some stupid photos of the two of us; Zed wearing Mickey Mouse ears and myself wearing a princess tiara. We were enjoying cheeseburgers and fries when Zed's phone rang.

'Hey Vick... Any news?... Could it be them?... Hmmm I guess that makes sense... Any news of their whereabouts now?... I guess they could be back in Vegas... yeah we're having fun, though Sky's dragged me to Disneyland... no I have not got any photos of me with the characters... Okay talk later, bye.' Zed frowned and hung up the phone.

'What is it?' I asked, throwing my trash in the bin.

He put his arm around my shoulder. 'Vick thinks he knows who was after you.'

'Oh?'

'Remember the Kellys came after us because we'd got two of their relatives arrested?'

'Yeah, and they'd escaped when we were in Vegas.' I suddenly felt a little sick as reality dawned on me. 'They're after me, aren't they?'

'I'm not going to let them hurt you.' Zed replied, his voice angry.

I didn't like it when he was upset like this. I felt sick and unhappy, but I didn't want Zed feeling this way. It made me feel worse.

'I know you won't.' I replied, quietly.

'Come on, we're on holiday, they won't look for you here. Let's try to enjoy it, okay?' He put on a brave face, though the red and green auras showing anger and guilt were surrounding him.

'Okay.'

'Come on, didn't you want to meet Mickey and Minnie Mouse?' He grabbed my hand and we were off, subject changed.

That night, Zed took me out for dinner in a desperate attempt to take my mind off of things. I'd decided to dress myself up a bit, wearing a floral strapless summer dress that fell just above the knee. My hair was down and pinned back on one side by a flower. I had white small-heeled sandals on my feet with a matching white bag.

'Everyday I think that you can't get any more beautiful and then you prove me wrong.' Zed stared at me open-mouthed. 'Maybe we should stay in after all.'

'You don't look too bad yourself.' I replied; he was wearing his signature black jeans with a black shirt buttoned down so that you could see the top of his chest. I walked over and kissed him, my fingers holding his belt loops.

'Hmm you'd better watch out. If you're not careful we'll be staying in and ordering room service.'

'That wouldn't be too bad.' After all, we were inside a hotel room with a lockable door and curtains we could close.

Zed moved my right hand up to his lips and kissed it, next to the ring he had given me the previous day. 'We can't hide forever, Sky.'

'I know. I'm just scared.'

He leant towards me and kissed my forehead. 'I know. Me too.'

The next few days were spent visiting Hollywood, having a tour of the celebrity houses and relaxing by the pool. My pale skin now glowed with a Californian tan, and Zed's native skin was slightly darker than it was before. My hair had gotten lighter in the sun too; it was almost white, making my blue eyes more noticeable than they were before.

On the Saturday, we hired sunbeds and chilled out on the beach for a change of scenery. We watched the watersports on the ocean; pedloes, yachts, surfboards, and jetskis.

'Ever been on a jetski?' Zed asked me, rolling over onto his stomach so that he was facing me.

I frowned, having been busy perving on his abs. 'Nope.'

'Want to?' He grinned, pushing his sunglasses back up to the bridge of his nose.

'Are you serious?'

'Sure, why not?' He leant forwards and planted a kiss on top of my head.

'Isn't it dangerous?'

'Might be.'

'Might be? Have you met me?'

Zed laughed. 'Ah yes, the white water rafting incident. Well this time, you can't really go anywhere.'

'That's what I thought when I was put in the middle of the raft.' I sighed. 'I have a habit of proving people wrong.'

'Well this will be deep water. The sea is pretty flat and you'll have a life-jacket on. You'll be fine.' He kissed my hand. 'Live a little, princess.'

My heart skipped a beat when he called me that. How could I say no? And I didn't. Twenty minutes later, I was on the back of a jetski hanging onto Zed for dear life as we sped out into the ocean. I squealed as the cold water splashed against me.

'What if my bikini comes off?' I shrieked as we bounced over a wave.

'Then hopefully only I will see.' I knew Zed was smirking from the tone of his voice.

We bounced across the ocean, whilst I held on tightly to my boyfriend's waist. After a while, I stopped screaming hysterically and enjoyed the adrenaline pumping through my body. Halfway through our time, we swapped and I had the chance to drive. This time I got to laugh as Zed screamed behind me.

'Do you have to go this fast?!'

'Sorry, you want me to go faster?' It was just as well it was an open ocean, with very few boats and obstacles in the way.

After phoning my parents for an update that evening, we decided we would have dinner at the hotel and then head for a night out in L.A; there were some bars around with very good reputations, and some didn't even ask for ID!

'Would you mind putting on some clothes?' Zed checked me out as he came out of the shower, towel around his waist.

I was also lying in my white fluffy towel, having had my shower before my boyfriend. I looked up from my book and his toned, muscular chest, tanned from the sun. Why did he always have to look so damn good?

You always look so damn good too. He smiled at me, his eyes running over my body.

I closed my book and returned the smile as he walked towards me. He sat down beside me and gently started massaging my shoulders.

'Hmm you have a few knots here.' He planted kisses from my right shoulder to my left and then continued massaging. I felt the knots start to disappear and I relaxed as his hands began working on my back. I sighed, feeling content. I had definitely needed this break, even if I had recieved some unwelcome news.

That evening, after dinner, we headed out in L.A to find a bar that wouldn't ask us for ID. I wore a fitted bodycon dress in cobalt blue with white wedges, and Zed looked sexy as always in black skinny jeans and a white shirt, unbuttoned to show the top of his abs; with his messy curls he looked like a gorgeous young rockstar. I'd tied my curly hair up this evening, leaving a few lose curls to frame my face- I was surprised how it actually made me look older.

We managed to get past security and into a bar near Hollywood Boulevard. It had an indoor bar and a terrace bar, decorated with trees and flowers, with a live DJ; this was nothing like the sort of bars I'd seen in England. It was cool and chic at the same time, and everyone in there looked like a model.

Too many good-looking people in here. I cringed, feeling self-conscious.

Really? I've only noticed one. He smiled and kissed the ring on my hand. Come on, let's grab some drinks.

I felt really grown-up and sophisticated with my red, orange and yellow ombre 'Sex on the beach' cocktail, decorated with a sparkler. It tasted as good as it looked. In fact, they were pretty addictive. I'd had a few since I had arrived and I was already making more public displays of affection than I was used to, but on the crowded terrace no one noticed; everyone was lost in the music, dancing with their friends, boyfriends, girlfriends or strangers.

Want to dance? Zed finished his ice-cold cider.

I don't mind.

You love to dance, come on.

He took my hand and led me to the dancefloor. We found a space in the crowd and Zed wrapped his arms around my waist, my arms linked around his neck. We swayed, moving against each other, with him kissing my neck when I turned around so that I was facing away from him. We carried on like that for a while, until the genre of music changed to one that sounded trance-like.

I need to go to the bathroom. Will you be okay? Zed's eyes looked concerned about leaving me by myself for a few minutes.

I'll be fine.

Stay by the bar, there's a security guard stood over there.

Okay.

I sat myself on a stool and ordered Zed and I another drink whilst I waited for him. Two giggly girls appeared next to me and ordered, before disappearing, their butts nearly hanging out of their tiny dresses.

'Might as well be naked.' The guy next to me laughed, sipping at his pint of beer.

I laughed, awkwardly, in response, drawing on the condensation on my glass with my finger.

'I'm Zack.' He smiled, holding his hand out to me.

'Amy.' I replied, deciding it was probably best to hide my identity. I shook his hand.

'Lovely name.'

'Thanks.' I looked across the bar, hoping to see Zed returning, but no such luck.

'Is that your boyfriend you're here with?'

'Fiance.' I lied, my hands on my lap. I swapped my ring over to my engagement finger subtly.

'Congratulations.' I didn't like the way he said that, it made me feel uncomfortable. I looked over to him and realised there was no aura surrounding him; that was weird.

'Hey beautiful.' Zed wrapped his arm protectively around my shoulder and kissed the top of my head. He pulled his phone out of his pocket. 'Come on, we need some more photos.'

'You're drunk.'

'A little.' He shrugged. 'Now smile.'

He took the photo on his phone and set it as it background; little did either of us know that this photograph was going to become a very important piece of evidence...

I was feeling fine at first. But then my stomach started to hurt and I felt sick.

Are you okay, Sky?

I just feel a bit funny.

Come on, let's get out of here.

I feel sick.

Zed wrapped his arm around my waist and ushered me towards the door. My head started to spin.

I feel dizzy.

We've just got to let outside.

His voice was urgent in my head. I tried to concentrate on keeping my body going, despite feeling dizzy and like I was going to throw up. We reached the front of the bar and Zed quickly hailed a cab.

I wasn't sick until we got back to the hotel room. The problem was, I couldn't stop. Soon, I had emptied the contents of my stomach, including the delicious cocktails.

Suddenly, everything went black.