On the Evil Scale: Keeper of La Tecla (The Key) Book Two

Once Anthony and I climbed down the tall tower of the lighthouse, the Guardians, including Wyatt, stood outside the small cottage that was attached to it. Offering them smiles, Anthony apologized for the damage he might have caused, as he glanced back at the door before he looked down at Yzavela, who held onto his arm.

“Don’t worry about it, really.” Wyatt reassured, “It’s actually good in a way, that you opened that door. I forgot it was there to be honest.” he grinned, then shared a respectful handshake with the Lycynian.

“Awe…” I teased, “isn’t this sweet. See? We can get along.” my eyes glanced between the Demon and Lycynian, then I chuckled softly as I felt Anthony’s hands tickle my waist.

“Listen, do you need a portal jump to the manor or would you like to have one of the cars brought here?” Wyatt inquired looking at her.

“Definitely a jump.” I sighed, watching as my breath heavily fogged in the Winter air, “Waiting for a car will take too long and I need to set things straight.” I frowned slightly, then held onto Anthony for warmth, feeling his arms around my shoulders.

“Jump?” Anthony wondered.

“Watch.” I looked up at him.

Wyatt nodded, then turned, opening a portal behind him, leading the couple back to Ravenstone Manor; the front doors could be seen on the other side.

“All yours.” he turned to them, gesturing at the portal behind him.

“Thank you, Wyatt.” I appreciated, “Give me a little while to settle in, and then I want you and the others that I left in charge to meet me in the study in…” I glanced at my watch between the thick layers of my coat and jacket sleeves, “two hours?”

“Two hours, got it.” Wyatt agreed, “I’ll send a message to everyone.”

I smiled, then turned, holding onto Anthony’s hand, we swiftly lept through, appearing by the manor’s front doors. As we turned, the large portal closed quickly.

“I’ll never get used to that.” I admired with a smile, watching as the sparks sizzled before vanishing.

“Me either.” Anthony shivered, feeling the tingling sensation, “Now I am all tingly.”

“Oh really?” I flirted softly.

“Yes.” he released another sexual growl, pulling her close. Kissing her again passionately, he then gently pulled away, placing his hands on her waist hidden beneath the thick layers of her coat and jackets, for he wanted her now that she returned, but he knew that she had more important matters to tend to, “Me and my tingly feelings can wait.” he flashed her a sexy grin, “You need to set things right first, and…” he combed her hair back off her face, tucking it behind her ears, “I think you should check on your Ma-ma, I’m sure she’s worried about you.”

“Of course she is.” I smiled, leaning into his gentle touch, “But I will be seeing you…” I stood on my toes once more, sharing another kiss, “much later, we have two years to make up for.” I ran my hands up and around his neck, then down his chest in a flirtatious manner. As I watched him close his eyes, I then veered around him, strolling through the courtyard, waiting for him to follow, “Are you coming?”

Anthony growled, for those were dangerous words.

Along the way, we spoke about other things that have happened, but waited to share it all in a more personal and comfortable setting. As we stood halfway on the gravel path that were shoveled and cleared of the packed snow, Anthony and I parted ways. I turned, watching as he sprinted toward the Lycynian dwelling near the garage in fast, athletic strides then biting my lip, I continued on my way down the path when I suddenly heard loud barks and howls. Turning around once more, there he was, my large Zanzabarr running through the open gates, crushing the snow beneath his massive paws that sizzled against the ice.

“There’s my boy!” I greeted as I knelt, nudging my head against his, as he sniffed and licked at my face, “All right…come on, it’s not like you haven’t seen me in forever.” I chuckled.

Just before he entered the dwelling, Anthony turned, watching as his petite Yzavela walking along the path with her wolf, disappear through the front doors of the mortal dwelling. Growing a warm grin, he retreated upstairs, ignoring the sighs and watchful eyes from his fellow Lycynians, both male and female.

Entering the lounge, I listened as Sarah and Jonathan argued over the phone, spitting words that were of no interest to me as I swiftly made me way to my mom’s room that was left open ajar.

“How can she be so calm?” Sarah questioned, looking at Jonathan’s face on the screen, “Where the bloody hell are you?!” she tried to get a look at his background surroundings.

“I’m at the hospital.” he answered bluntly, “But believe me, Yza’s not calm. There’s a storm coming and I think the outcome will just be so disastrous.” he frowned then shouted loudly, pulling his arm away, “Ouch, what the hell was that?!” he looked at the male nurse tending to his scratches on his arm.

“Sorry.” he muttered.

“Who’s that?!” Sarah barked.

“One of the nurses.” Jonathan turned the phone around, filming the moment of the nurse sewing the last few stitches, “Say hi man…” he joked.

The male nurse shook his head with a faint grin, then offered a wave.

“Listen Sarah, I’ve got to go. I’ll catch you later.” Jonathan reassured her, “No phones allowed, you know?”

Sarah frowned, watching as the screen turned black. Plopping on one of the couches, she let out a deep sigh then glanced toward Lady D’s room, hearing voices arguing loudly.

“That god dam son-of-a-b*tch!”I exclaimed, pacing nervously, “If I see him again, I swear I’m going to blow him apart, and you know I can do it!” I looked at my mom.

“Yes sweetheart, I know you can, but first you need to calm down.” Lady D pleaded, seeing her daughter’s Aura appear, highlighting her frame, “Secondly, how are your friends? I heard Erik was thrown out one of the windows, Jonathan was scratched and that Anthony had shifted? Are they all right?!”

“I am calm!” I snapped, “And yes, they’re all fine but of course Erik is pretending nothing is wrong, while at the same time, blaming what happened on Anthony. I mean yes, the fight I witnessed was vicious but there’s more that he’s not telling me.” I turned to her, “And you would think that after everything we had been through, he’d trust me enough. He and Jonathan are at the hospital getting their wounds cleaned and stitched while Anthony, I’m sure by this time, is taking a shower after the shift.” I slowly sat, telling her about his role in all of this, then joked, telling her about his climb up the lighthouse, “It was actually romantic in a way, without being too fairy tale cliché.”

“Yes, I’m sure it was.” Lady D grinned, “But sweetheart, I’m sure…” she rasped, “Erik isn’t keeping things from you because he wants to, but sometimes we have to keep things to ourselves, you should know that more than most, and besides, purebloods in particular are a little more complex. And again, that’s something you know of, so patience is a virtue so they say.”

“Patience? Yeah right, it can kiss my little a** because I don’t have a lick of patience.” I mumbled, folding my arms with a faint pout.

“Tell me something I don’t know.” Lady D thought telepathically, for she hoped her thoughts were her own.

“I heard that.” I leaned forward, looking at her, “And speaking of…” I squinted my eyes, “did you have any patience with any of the magical practitioners in Ireland?” I watched as she rolled her eyes, biting her lip in contemplation and guilt of my blunt words, “Mm-hmm, there you go. Your expression says it all.” I teased, then stood.

“Those moments were justified.” Lady D argued softly, “They were annoying and wouldn’t leave me alone so yes, I acted as I did.” she nodded affirmatively, then stood.

“Keep telling yourself that, Mommy.” I smiled, then worried, “And I can’t even imagine how much it will cost to have that window frame and glass repaired. There was so much detailing and intricate colors, but I’m glad Erik didn’t break anything.”

“It’s not like you can’t afford the repairs, you are the richest woman in the world.” Lady D joked, “But now that you’re home, things are going to change.” she approached her daughter, handing her a cup of tea, “Can I have fifty cents for the dryer in the laundry room?” she teased, holding out her hand, after making the comment about her daughter’s wealth.

“Ain’t that truth!” I declared, “Thank you for the tea. And sure…” I reached into my pocket, removing a handful of change, placing it in her hand, “I honestly don’t know what that’s doing there, but it’s all yours.”

Lady D smiled then glanced at her fireplace, watching as flames spat violently, startling Freya who hissed, hiding under the bed.

“Was that you?” she looked at her daughter.

“Sorry.” I smiled, taking an inconspicuous sip of the tea, “Ah…” I let out a faint squeal, “no cream or sugar?”

“Oh sorry…” Lady D shrieked, “and I was only joking about the change.”

“I know you were, but I wasn’t. Seriously, you can keep it.” I joked.

Two hours passed, and the meeting in the study took place, and boy was it loud and intense. Arguing with Caleb, Thomas and Wyatt, the men were responsible for the duties that I had assigned them, I didn’t want to hear their excuses that Leonus pushed his weight.

“Come on, that’s a load of bullsh*t and you know it!” I shouted as I slammed my hands on the desk, “I know that none of you are afraid to stand up to that Sasquatch, within reason of course, but still what the f*ck is this?!” I tossed them papers from the inventory that lacked supplies, signatures and other calculations that weren’t seen to.

“We’re sorry, truly we are, but this is Leonus we’re talking about, a Viking set in his ways that you can’t change.” Wyatt affirmed as he stood, folding his arms.

“Nu-huh, you sit!” I pushed the Demon back into his seat with the use of my Telekinesis, “And a Viking set in his ways that you can’t change?!” I repeated his words mockingly.

“No, you can’t. You know he’s bound and determined to take over this place, returning it back to the old ways, now let me go!” Wyatt groaned, feeling her magic blocking his attempts to stand. And he’s a level 5, he could if he wanted to, break through her half-breed magic, “Exactly what…are you?!” he groaned.

“Right now?!” I hissed, “An irritated Latina with a nasty temper!”

“He’s right.” Caleb added, trying to change the subject, “We’ve heard Leonus boast about it several times, wanting to change things here and there, adding a more…” he looked at Thomas, “how did he put it, a more uh, eh f*ck it, you know what I mean.” he waved his hands, dismissing the rest of his thought.

“Look, I don’t care about Leonus.” I released my hold upon Wyatt as I stood, looking at Thomas, “But now that I’m back, I don’t want to hear another complaint about what that bastard did, or didn’t do, is that understood?” my dark eyes leered around the room, before I veered toward Zanzabarr and Abraxas lying near the fireplace.

“Understood.” Thomas nodded.

“Loud and clear.” Wyatt nodded.

“Crystal.” Caleb added with a smile.

“Good, because…” I walked around the desk, “as of this moment, you have my permission to handle that bulk however you see fit, and by whatever means no matter what you do…” I listened as Caleb made an attempt to interrupt, “you cannot kill him, for he has a family and I won’t take a father away from his children or wife, despite his own neglect of them.” I shook my head, “That’s another thing, Heather.” I closed my eyes, “I’m sure by now she’s heard he’s been thrown into the cells?”

“Oh yes, she’s been calling us for the past two hours.” Thomas let out a heavy sigh, removing his phone, hearing it deep, “Ah, look at that, there she is again.” he turned the screen around, showing Yzavela the urgent messages.

“I’ll handle it.” I affirmed, “Remember what I said, all right?”

“You got it.” Caleb winked.

“Thank you.” I nodded, “And you…” I jokingly pointed at Caleb.

“Hmm, what?” he stared with big dark eyes.

“Stop smiling.” I teased affectionately.

“Why? It’s my best feature.” he smiled once more, charmingly.

“Oh, I doubt that!” I eyed him up and down, admiring all that he has going for him and it wasn’t just his smile.

“Yza…” he adjusted his uniform jacket, then looked around, seeing that Thomas and Wyatt had already left, “are you checking me out?”

“Caleb, Caleb, Caleb….always.” I winked, “Now goodbye.”

Later that night, Anthony and I made up for lost time and many missed affectionate kisses and tender caresses, after the romantic dinner that he had cooked downstairs in the mortal dwelling. After retreating to my room, we danced around slowly, with Abraxas and Zanzabarr lying near the fireplace.

Suddenly, the mood turned.

Ripping at the laces of her bustier and blouse, Anthony growled as Yzavela’s hands felt around his waist and stomach, unbuckling his leather pants before she lifted his shirt upward, leaving him finishing the rest, tossing it to the ground. Glancing down, he continued at the laces of her bustier, ripping the last few strings out of place.

I smiled, knowing he wanted me as much I wanted him. Leaning in, sharing several long-lasting kisses, I closed my eyes, feeling his lips work their way down my neck and shoulder, and letting out a soft sigh then deep moan, my hand caressed his waist before running up his back, digging my nails deep.

Letting out a deep sexual grunt, Anthony loved her touch that drove him wild. His gentle hands felt her waist and curves, before settling on her hips, lifting the hem of her blouse upward, quickly helping her remove it. Sharing another smile between them, he leaned in, and kissed her again, pulling her close into his arms then backing her away toward her bed, he stood above her, watching as she crawled backwards, leaning on her hands, biting her lip as she gazed at him. Running his hands up her thighs, he watched as she closed her eyes, and gripped the sheets and blankets, enjoying his touch, and as they reached for the waistband of her leggings, he slowly removed them, pulling them down quickly, tossing them away to the ground among their other pieces of clothing. After removing his own leather pants, he crawled in above her, settling his lips heatedly upon hers, while his hands eagerly removed her lingerie garments. Afterwards, having her lay naked beneath him, he kissed her body.

The nerves that he kissed, caused me to moan loudly in anticipation and pleasure; I continued gripping the sheets aggressively, before they held onto him as he laid atop, resting his muscular frame upon mine. Sighing heavily, I ran my hands along his neck and shoulders, before sharing another long kiss. Laying my head against the pillows, looking into his eyes that flashed yellow with sexual excitement, I smiled then felt him pressing himself closer against me.

Growling deeply, leaning in keeping his lips locked wit hers, he then dug his paranormal claws deeply into the pillows and sheets beneath her, feeling her nails digging into his back once he felt that heated, and lustful moment of their intimacy. Leaning his head close to her neck, fiercely and vigorously moving with her, he then wrapped one arms around her, holding her close, while the other braced his weight from crushing her. During the time they spent, he looked down at her, taking a moment to catch his breath before sharing a long heated climax.

“I’ve missed you.” he panted.

“And I’ve…” I sighed passionately, “missed you too.” I smiled, then bit my lip, continuing to feel him passionately.

“Did I hurt you?” he worried, hearing her louder moans.

“N-no…” I smiled, “not at all, you’re doing everything right!”

The sex was rough and extremely heated, lasting long and pleasurable for the Latin lovers. After switching positions, I looked down at him, listening as he growled, while holding onto my hips.

Opening his eyes, feeling her hands pressing against his stomach, he watched as her petite form began steaming in a faint outline, and in that moment, he knew that she was in a sexual state of mind that were just as expressive as his own. Pushing himself upward, holding onto her, he wrapped his arms around her small back, offering her a sly, sexy grin before letting out a deep sexual grunt before they came to another climax. Breathing deeply, combing her hair back, he then placed a few soft kisses to her neck and throat, while feeling her hands slowly caressing his neck and shoulders, then down his chest.

“Now this is a welcome home I’m going to remember.” I teased, flicking my left eyebrow.

“Mm, welcome home.” Anthony growled, nudging her nose gently, “And I’m sure there is a lot more where that came from too, no?” he ran his fingers down her back, watching as she steamed once more, “What’s this, it’s new.” he followed the shape of her shoulders.

“Yeah, I know.” I shrugged, then held my arms across my breasts, shyly hiding them from his gaze, “I’ve learned that when I’m in any heated moment of anger, or ecstasy so it seems, the steam is a way of expressing how I’m feeling. Among other things.” I giggled, leaning in, wrapping my arms around his neck, “This is just as new to me, as it is for you.” I stared into his eyes that returned to their natural dark color, “Is it…too much for you?”

“Never.” Anthony reassured her softly, placing his hands on her hips, “It’s who you are, I would never ask you to change, and it’s good to know that I cause such a…what’s the word you used? Ah, yes…” his lips kissed her neck once more in a spot that received a squeak in reply, “heated reaction.”

“Oh yes.” I dragged out the sound of the S like a hissing snake, “You do.” I bit my lip, closing my eyes, feeling his lips along my neck, then I realized, “Wait…” I gently pulled away, wondering with worry, “I didn’t, oh god, I didn’t hurt you when I was…steaming, did I?” my eyes glanced down at his chest and lower body that was still pressed against me.

Anthony chuckled.

“To be honest my darling, I didn’t notice. Things were…” he let out another deep growl, beginning to tickle her, “heated enough as it is, and I don’t think I’d notice anyway, having a higher than normal body temperature compared to mortals, Demons and Wraiths.” he laughed, hearing her squeals and giggles, before turning her over, laying her against the pillows.

After a while, once the reunion felt like it was satisfied for the time being, we spoke about everything that happened during the two years, telling each other about our own experiences. Anthony grew shocked about the events that took place in Ireland pertaining to the horrific sacrifice that the witches and warlocks had planned, feeling lucky that he hadn’t accompanied her after all, because they would have bound him in chains as well. He wanted to hear about her training, but as she snuggled against him, she muttered that there was plenty of time to talk about it.

“Besides, don’t you think you and I have been through enough of our own physical exercise tonight?” I purred, looking at him.

“Not enough, no.” Anthony grinned, then watched as she sat up, sitting on the ledge of the bed, keeping her back facing him as she reached for the sheet, modestly covering the front of her body before she stood. Reaching out his left hand, gently running his fingers up and down her spine, he watched as she steamed once more from his touch, “Little Yza…” he sensually whispered her name as he shifted, leaning forward, breathing in her ear and along her neck, “I love you.” his lips kissed her neck and shoulder once more, before he pulled away as she turned to him.

“I love you…” I reached for his lips before slowly pushing him against the pillows, straddling him sensually, “Mm…you, my dear Anthony, are too distracting.” I purred, looking down at him, feeling his hands caressing my waist and hips once more. As I closed my eyes, his touch was intense. Maybe it was my demonic senses, or the intimate connection, I didn’t know but it felt good.

“And what are you…” Anthony smiled, pushing himself upward, as he rested on his elbows, “going to do about it, my sweet firecracker?”

“I can think of a few things.” I flicked my left eyebrow once more, then leaned in, kissing him longingly. As he sat up, wrapping his arms around me, I broke the kiss moaning deeply feeling him fiercely press against me. Wrapping one arm around his neck, and the other against his chest, we moved and panted together, sharing several more kisses before his hands gripped my waist, flipping me against the pillows. Giggling softly, adjusting my head and back, I felt him above me, kissing upward along my stomach. Gripping the pillows, I moaned biting my lip once more, for the passion was too intense to keep quiet. As he leaned in, reaching for my lips, he teasingly pulled away, “Uh-uh, don’t do that…” I slid my hands down his sweating, muscular chest, “don’t tease, or you don’t get.” I flirtatiously smiled.

“Don’t get?” he glanced down, seeing where, and how, they laid, nude and pressed against each other, then laughing with her, he released another sexual growl, flashing his yellow eyes. Running his hands down her arms, he passionately lifted them, pinning them to the bed alongside her head, then taking more of her, passionately pressing against her, he moaned deeply, gripping her hands as they locked together, before withdrawing to claw at the sheets, showing his passion and enjoyment, while she too, expressed herself, grabbing onto his waist and back, moaning and steaming once more that created an intense heat between them.

Let’s just say, that that night, the lovers made up for just one of the two years that she was gone, and there was still one more year to go!

After making love in the shower, adding their own steamy passion to the hot temperatures of the water, they returned to the bed, holding each other close, feeling the warmth of their naked bodies.

Two days passed; Leonus began waking from his unconscious state, as he recovered from the events that took place in the dining hall. Lying there with flashes of the encounter playing through his mind before the shift, the pounding aches of a headache stomped across his skull. As he pushed himself into a sitting position, he held a hand to the area, feeling a large lump that was sensitive to the touch, and as he withdrew his hand, spots of blood painted his fingertips. Roughly standing to his feet, stumbling in place he groaned, feeling that his ribs and back too, were sore from the impact of being thrown hard across the dining hall, but he didn’t remember the moment of impact. He also felt fatigued, leaning against the wall, then glancing down at himself, he realized that he stood naked, with only a blanket nearby.

As his blue eyes gazed around the cell of the prisons that had been built circular in shape, with eleven large cells that followed the curved pattern, it was located near the cliff side far away from everything and everyone on the island. He could hear the sound of the waves nearby, crashing against the rocks over the cliff. Grunting, he turned, and with his bulk, he began banging against the silver and iron bars of the reinforced cell doors that burned against his hands, feet and arms.

The loud, unsettling thumps attracted the attention of Wraith and Demon Guardians nearby.

Peeking through the bars, overlooking the inner courtyard where the slab of concrete surrounded by grass looked out of place, daylight shone into the cells from above through the open, grid-gate panels that provided no shelter from the weather conditions. There were walkways around the prison’s crown, including between each cell, allowing the Guardians views inside from above that only had a bucket in the corner for whatever purpose was called for.

Marxus had designed them this way, offering no comfort, because if anyone had wound up there, they deserved the time spent, suffering the lack of shelter from the grids above.

“Oh, look at this mate…he’s awake.” one of the Guardians mocked as he stood outside the cell door.

“He doesn’t look happy.” another gestured at the Scotsman, “Geez, man…cover yourself!” he turned away with disgust.

Leonus growled, snatching the blanket from the ground, wrapping and tucking it around his hips.

“Let me out!” the Scotsman growled, standing inches from the bars.

“Call the Keeper, let her know he’s awake.” another Guardian barked.

“Mm.” a fourth Guardian muttered, then turned, dialing her number.

“Keeper?” Leonus moaned, “She’s back?!” his eyes widened.

“Yep.” one of the Guardians sneered.

“Hi, Yza.” the calling Guardian greeted, once her face appeared.

“Yes, hello. Can I help you?” I wondered, “I’m busy right now.”

“It’s Leonus, he’s awake.” the Guardian answered her, as he quickly turned the camera around, showing a glimpse of the cell behind him, “He wants out, what do you want us to do about it, dart him?” he snorted. Hearing her let out a deep sigh, he lowered his gaze, “Sorry.”

“Let him out.” I instructed, “But make sure he gets home. Heather’s been here all morning.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” the Guardian nodded.

“Thank you.” I returned the nod, “And don’t…dart him.”

“No promises.” he grinned, then watched as the call ended. Turning to the cell, he boasted loudly in mockery, “Look at that Lancaster, it’s your lucky day. The Keeper says you get to go home.”

“F*ck you, now let me out!” Leonus growled, flashing his red alpha eyes, “Let me out, you f*cking bloodsucking, demonic sh*ts!” he spat, continuing to pound against the bars with his bulk that were too well fortified, even for his paranormal strength.

“What the hell is going on here?!” Nick appeared.

“Why isn’t he out yet?” Caleb questioned, appearing next to him.

“We were about to, but now we’re thinking twice about it.” one of the Guardians mumbled.

“Yza said it let him out.” Nick hissed.

“Leonus, listen if you don’t shut up and calm down, we might have to dart you, or better yet, bite you.” Caleb taunted, letting out a blunt menacing laugh of contentment, flashing his fangs, as did Nick, who enjoyed the thought, “I already killed one of you during that uh, whatever you wanna call it so yeah…” the cocky Englishman quickly shrugged, “your mate died, and it was perfect. And might as well, it’s just one less of your kind runnin’ around.” he looked at Nick, who flashed a mischievous smirk.

“Dare I even ask what’s going on here?!” Wyatt appeared, then as he glanced at the cell, he watched as the Scotsman leered at them all, “I thought Yza told you to let him out?!”

“She did, and we were about to, but then he started ranting.” one of the Guardians exaggerated, “You know, it’s Leonus…” he shrugged, “what else is new, hmm?”

“It doesn’t matter, let him out!” Wyatt argued, gesturing at the cell.

“Yes, Sir.” the Guardians nodded, then placing their hands upon the hilts of their dart guns, one of the men approached closer, removing a ring of keys from his belt, “Step back Leonus, will ya?” he held his hands on the bars.

Leonus, scrunching his mouth forward, watched as the Guardian held onto the bars, pulling the cell door open. As he shuffled forward, the Scotsman veered around the Guardians who continued placing their hands on the dart guns, thinking they were young and inexperienced with Lycynians on a combat level. Scoffing, he realized that that was not the case anymore.

“Just go home Leonus, your wife and sons are waiting for you.” Nick stepped forward, wanting to avoid confrontation.

Holding back a string of Scottish obscenities, Leonus nodded. As he watched the Wraith step aside with the other Guardians, he took a set of shuffling steps forward toward the entrance (or exit) of the prisons then stopped, turning around. In a rage, he attempted a bold attack in a threatening manner, but moving aside with supernatural speed, Caleb aimed his dart guns, shooting two tranquilizers, one to the man’s shoulder and the other in his mid torso. Taking minutes to run through his bloodstream, Leonus fell to knees landing face down in the snow.

The tranquilizers, strong enough to bring down an adult Elephant, had been created by Beth’s own hand, mixing herbs that wouldn’t be harmful in heavy doses, if necessary.

Baffled by Leonus’ stupidity, Caleb and Nick sped forward, while the Demons Guardians nearby stood, kneeling beside the Lycynian. They craved the urge to sink their fangs into his flesh, sending their venom through his blood, ending his life then and there.

“Nick…Caleb…” Wyatt affirmed loudly, taking a step forward, for he knew their actions weren’t thought through for the Wraiths were still suffering the frenzy of not having their blood intake, “You two, back away!” he placed his hands on the dart guns that had also been loaded with Wraith-friendly tranquilizers.

The Wraiths hissed aggressively, looking toward the Demon, then as they glanced at each other, they realized how the moment must have looked.

“Take the rest of the day off…” Wyatt instructed, “and that wasn’t a request.” he stared intensely with his piercing blue eyes, “Hand me your guns…” he reached out his hands, “and your badges.” he urged.

Nick and Caleb released another deep hiss, before they stood. Once their guns and badges had been turned over to their supervisor, they turned, vanishing quickly.

“Geez, man…this island is f*cking insane!” one of the Guardians let out a deep breath, “From Lycynians that shift at will and now the Wraiths are just a blink away from shredding us apart because they’re hungry, how much more can this place take, hmm?” he looked at his comrades.

“It doesn’t matter.” Wyatt frowned as he turned to them, “Get him home, that’s the last time I’m going to say it.” he nodded, tucking the guns and badges somewhere on his belt. Taking steps forward, the tall Demon vanished, appearing outside the study and just before he could place his knuckles against the door giving a firm knock, he paused, listening as a woman’s voice shouted and argued loudly.

“I don’t care what Lancaster said, he’s not the god damn Keeper! Just get the shipments loaded and shipped to the island now! If you get it here by Friday, there’ll be a big fat bonus in it for your company!”

Wyatt cringed, hearing the young woman slam something loudly.

“You get his hands, and I’ll get his feet.” one of the Guardians let out a deep sigh.

“Sure, but if he wakes up, I’m punching the f*cker in his ugly face.” another complained, giving the bulk of a man on the ground, a soft kick.

“Just get his hands.” the Guardian frowned.

Sharing a moment of distaste, having to touch him, the two men had teleported the Scotsman’s bulk appearing outside his home where his wife Heather, and oldest son Liam, stood by the door. Watching as they stepped aside allowing them access inside, the Guardians carried Leonus over to the fireplace, plopping him on the ground.

“He’s all yours now.” one of the Guardians turned to Heather, then rolled his shoulders and arched his back.

“Well, thank you for that.” Heather frowned.

“Why is he in a blanket?” Liam wondered.

“We were told to bring him home, not to answer questions, sorry.” the other Guardian raised his hands in surrender, “Like he said, he’s all yours.” he nodded, then stepped outside with his comrade closing the door behind them, “Hey…did you hear how hard that man fell?”

“That’s a man?! Bleh, I thought it was a Redwood tree.” the other Guardian joked, then dragged out the word, “Timm-berrr!” a wide grin spread across his face, “But at least we had our gloves on, I don’t think I could have imagined touching him barehanded. Ugh…”

“Mm, I would scrub with bleach just to be sure.”

“And iron too, why not?”

The Guardians laughed then disappeared, returning to their posts.

Walking over, Heather grabbed a pillow, gently laying it beneath her husband’s head, while Liam fetched another blanket, draping it over his shoulders.

“Sweetheart…” Heather looked at Liam, “would you make sure that your brothers stay at their friends’ tonight? I don’t want them seeing their father like this, it’s bad enough that you are, I don’t want to put them through this.” she closed her eyes.

“All right, but will you be okay?” Liam worried.

“Yes, sweetheart. I will be.” Heather reached out, gripping his hand. Watching as her oldest son stood, quietly leaving their home, she then leaned in, combing Leonus’ red hair from his face, “Oh, my dear Big Guy…what have you done now?” she whispered sternly, but also lovingly in her soft Irish voice, “Always in trouble, but this?” her hands pulled the blanket further around his shoulders, “One day my love, a Demon or Wraith, will get the upper hand and it won’t be pleasant.” she leaned in, kissing his forehead before she stood, retreating to the bedroom where she needed a moment to be alone without her sons.

Two hours later, Leonus woke from his drugged stupor. Taking in the surroundings of his home, he stared at the flames flickering in the fireplace, before throwing back the blanket. Groaning deeply, letting out a few slurs under his breath, he blinked his droopy blue eyes. As he stammered to his feet, scanning his home, the only presence was Heather as she paced in the kitchen preparing dinner. Walking over, leaning against the wall, he watched her.

“What happened?” he rasped.

Startled, hearing his sudden voice, Heather dropped one of the glass salad bowls; shards shattered near her feet. As she turned, she gazed upon her Scotsman, muscular and bare chested with only the blanket around his hips. For just a moment, there was a time where she might have found it attractive, but with his recent behavior, she was turned off.

“What do you think?” she complained, leaning down, gathering all of the pieces with the towel, scooping them quickly before tossing the towel in the trash, “Dinner’s almost ready, you might want to change.” she turned away from him.

“Where are the boys?” Leonus barked.

“Seth and Daniel are next door, Liam is with his girlfriend.” Heather announced over her shoulder, “So it’s just you and me.” she hoped he wouldn’t take her words as an invitation.

Approaching her from behind, leaning his hands on the ledge of the counter, he leaned his head close to her neck, taking in her scent, and having been through a shift, his sexual urges needed to be satisfied.

“Not now, Leonus.” Heather pushed his hands away, feeling as they caressed her waist and hips, beginning to lift the hem of her dress.

“But you’re my wife, and a man has needs.” he growled deeply.

“And you’re my husband, but I’m not your slave!” she turned to him, pushing him away, “And do not…” she pointed one of the kitchen knives toward him, “even think about throwing around your Viking or Lycynian demands at me, you know better!” she stabbed the knife into a loaf of bread next to her on the counter.

“Mother?” Liam appeared in the doorway, “Everything all right?”

Leonus released a guttural growl, taking steps back, nodding as he bit his lip before scrunching his mouth forward feeling disgruntled.

“Yes, sweetheart. I’m fine, I was just greeting your father.” Heather smiled at her son, veering past the Scotsman’s broad shoulder.

“Father.” Liam approached, standing near his mother protectively.

Looking at his eldest son that looked so much like him, he scoffed.

“This conversation isn’t over.” his blue eyes leered toward Heather.

“They’re always over, the moment you step foot out that door.” she stared into his eyes, “What makes this one any different?” she held back the sting of tears, remembering the days when he spent time at home, sharing laughter and tender moments.

“Pfft.” Leonus huffed then turned, retreating to the bedroom.

“Are you sure you’re all right?” Liam worried, turning to his mother.

“Yes, I’m fine.” Heather turned, wiping her tears away, “Will you set the table, dinner’s ready.” she muttered softly, slightly glancing over her shoulder. Watching as Liam nodded, before turning away, she closed her eyes.

Over the years, Leonus’ behavior had grown more belligerent and far more violent, leading to arguments ending with his banishment from their home, him storming out or disappearing for days to places that were unknown to her. Placing the food on serving plates, laying them on the table, she remained silent once Leonus emerged, showered and dressed, sitting at the table.

Liam frowned, watching as his mother picked at her food, then gazed at his father who scoffed down the rare meats and vegetables, before gulping down his favorite whiskey from the bottle. Glancing down at his plate, he felt nauseous, pushing his plate away then abruptly left the table, walking around, gently taking his mother’s hands, helping her to her feet.

“What are you doing?” she whispered, watching as he led her away.

“Why don’t you go next door and see if maybe you can spend the night with Seth and Daniel, hmm?” he suggested, “You shouldn’t be here, not when he’s like this.”

“What about you?” Heather worried, “He’s your father, and despite the fact my dear boy, that you’re the second alpha in this household, you’re no match for him.”

“I know that, but I don’t want you to see him like this.” Liam urged, “So please, do this for me?” he pleaded, taking her hands in his for a moment, “Hmm?”

Looking at Leonus once more, taking notice that he paid absolutely no attention to their whispers, she sighed, knowing he was right. She nodded, then retreated to the door, removing her coat from the rack then left, quietly closing the door.

Liam waited until the door closed. Walking over, locking it, he then turned, returning to his place at the kitchen table, leering at his father.

Strolling down the pathway, Heather ventured three houses down ‘til she arrived at the Giovanni home where Seth and Daniel cheerfully played in the yard with Thomas’ son and daughter. Leaning on the fence momentarily, watching as they were oblivious and innocent to the tension around them, she wiped her tears away, then opened the gate, following the path to the door that opened.

“Heather?” Louisa stood, holding a full trash bag.

“I’m sorry, I know I said I’d pick them up in the morning but since Leonus came home, I didn’t want to be there, you know?” Heather shrugged softly, “I just wanted to spend time with the boys before I got a room at the Inn for the night.”

“Nonsense, come in.” Louisa urged, dropping the bag by the door.

“Thank you.” Heather smiled. Entering the home, Thomas stood in the kitchen helping himself to a cup of coffee.

During the further days that have passed, my mom and I had settled. Although, during these days, I hadn’t seen Erik, and wondered where he could have been, not that he was my entire focus, but that didn’t mean I didn’t worry nonetheless. Jonathan, Sarah, Anthony and I all gathered in the kitchen of the mortal dwelling, laughing and sharing stories back and forth, before their pestering questions became a bit overwhelming all at once.

“Whoa, guys come on, take it easy.” I smiled, quickly standing from the table, “There’s plenty of time, and I think I’ve already told you enough, don’t you think?” I looked at Jonathan and Sarah, “Besides, it’s almost Christmas and it’s my first with you guys, so can we please focus on those happy memories before the sh*t storm hits?” I took my place back at the table, leaning into Anthony’s embrace.

“So you two are still a thing, huh?” Sarah mumbled her observation.

“Yes, why wouldn’t we?” Anthony frowned, not liking her words.

“Exactly, wouldn’t we?” I wondered.

“I was just…saying, I mean…two years, that’s a long time to be far apart from each other.” Sarah shrugged, leaning against the back of the chair.

“Well, no one asked for your opinion.” Jonathan mocked, reaching for his glass of beer, “And what they do, is none of your business.”

“Look, just because the two of you haven’t been on the up and up, it doesn’t give you the right to stick your little busy nose into someone else’s relationship when you should take the time and focus on your own, hmm?” Anthony growled, leaning forward, “Besides, I think we managed just fine.” he looked at Yzavela who smiled, allowing him a chance to say how he felt, “And it’s true what they say, absence does make the heart grow fonder and it is fonder.”

“Anthony’s right.” I giggled, feeling his hands tickle my waist, “It is none of your business, so how would you like it if I started sticking my nose into your relationship?” I leered at Sarah, deliberately aiming my words toward her, letting her know that I knew her secrets.

“It wouldn’t be the first time.” Sarah barked, folding her arms.

“Seriously?!” Jonathan turned to her, “Maybe you and I should take some time apart from each other, see if it really works, huh? If we see each other, go the other way, it’s a big island so I’m sure we’ll manage to keep our distance.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sarah whimpered, turning to him.

Anthony and I looked at each other, knowing it wasn’t our place to sit and listen. Slowly, and quietly, we stood and excused ourselves. Abraxas, shifting into a wolf like Zanzabarr, the two wolves closely followed.

After a few minutes, Jonathan turned to the chairs across from them.

“What do you think?” his blue eyes widened, noticing the emptiness where Anthony and Yzavela should have been, “Great, look what you did!” he waved at the chairs then leered at Sarah, “You chased off our friends!”

“Me?!” Sarah shrieked, “No I didn’t!”

“You know what, I think I’m going to take my own suggestion, so I will see you whenever.” Jonathan stood, storming out of the dwelling.

Sarah huffed, jumping from her seat then stomping a foot, she ran up the stairs to her room, slamming the door.

As Anthony and I ventured to the manor, entering through the front doors, I could hear Leonus’ boisterous voice shouting from upstairs.

“What the hell is he doing up there now?!” I complained.

“I don’t know, would you like some company?” Anthony’s dark eyes looked down at her.

“Yes please, I can’t restrain myself around him.” I moaned. As he and I ascended the steps, we took a moment to share a kiss while no one was around then I found his tickle spot around his waist then teased, watching as he climbed the steps ahead of me, “Here we go.” I sighed.

“We’re here for you.” Anthony smiled, referring to himself and her two wolves that panted.

Entering the study, looking around, it was exactly how I remembered with everything in its place, but some things looked to be rearranged in an unsettling way. Frowning, I gazed ahead, where sitting behind the old desk in mockery, was Leonus acting like he owned the island, shifting through a handful of paperwork.

Sensing a presence in the room, the Scotsman raised his gaze toward the door, where the young half-breed stood, with her Italian lover, and two wolves standing behind her.

“Can I help you with something, girl?” he mocked, lowering his eyes back upon the papers he held in hand.

Walking over, sitting on the couch, Anthony remained silent.

Zanzabarr, and Abraxas who returned to his dragon form, scampered toward the settee, taking a place in the perfect spot to keep both sets of their watchful eyes upon the scene.

Forcefully, I slammed the door, creating a loud vibration that could be heard downstairs. I nodded, biting my lip, as I approached the desk, standing in front of it, leering at the Scotsman. Keeping quiet for a moment, I watched as the Sasquatch of a man sat silent, trying to intimidate me, treating me as if I were absolutely nothing.

Leonus didn’t raise any further than the first top lines of the papers, thinking he had the upper hand in the situation, then grunted as the papers were burned, falling into ash atop the pile that waited to be shifted through. Moving his hands away, he looked around then his blue eyes slowly raised, glancing at Yzavela, who stood with her arms folded.

“Yes, you can help me with something actually.” I mocked, “You can start by telling me what the hell you think you’re doing sitting your ugly, hairy a** in my chair?!”

“I’m sorry?!” the Scotsman laughed, ignoring Anthony’s snort as he tried containing a laugh. Leaning back against the chair, he continued to mock her, “I don’t see your name on anything in this office, and a letter doesn’t change a god damn thing, because you know nothing!” he waved his right hand in a smug gestured then glanced toward the settee, “No pets are allowed.”

“Funny, then what’s your excuse?” I mocked sarcastically, “Because you’re the biggest animal in the room, no offense baby.” I looked in Anthony’s direction.

“None taken.” he grinned.

“Now, my name isn’t anywhere that’s true, but neither is yours, and the last time I checked Leonus…” I slammed my hands on the desk, “that’s the Keeper’s chair and you’re not the god damn Keeper!”

Leaning forward, Leonus growled.

“Are you challenging me?! Do you not remember who I am, little girl? I can squash you out like the piss ant that you are!” he stood, firmly resting his knuckles on the edge of the desk as he leaned in close.

Staring into his fierce blue eyes, I answered boldly, gazing up at this 6’6 bulk of a man.

“Yes, I am.” I straightened my posture, “I’ve learned a lot during my absence Leonus, things of which include a new set of lethal skills that I would love to practice on you.” I watched his jaw clench, “Now…I want you to remember this saying, Bigfoot…THE BIGGER THEY ARE, THE HARDER THEY FALL because you’re going to fall hard, really hard, and I’m going to be there when it happens, if I’m not the one to cause your downfall first and believe me, I don’t need a Wraith, my companions, Anthony or anyone to make it happen.” I leered, knowing he saw the dancing flame in my dark eyes, “That’s a promise.”

“Is that a threat?” Leonus muttered, walking around the desk. As he stood tall above her small 5’2 frame, he knew he was intimidating.

Anthony leaned forward, clenching his fists, ready to step in if he was needed, of felt the need to protect her.

“Watch it, Leonus…” the Italian warned bluntly.

“Consider it a warning from the Keeper herself, yes Leonus, that’s me, and you’re going to come to realize that I’m not just full of hot air, I came back stronger than I was two years ago and I won’t settle for your bullsh*t anymore!” I interrupted the Scotsman’s argument with Anthony, then walked around him, sitting in the chair that belonged to me. Shifting through the papers, I finally found the inventory, “And before you go Sasquatch, I want to know what the f*ck this is?!” I pushed it toward him.

Turning to face her, he leered at her, before scanning the page.

“The inventory for the last three months, what about it?!” he mocked.

“What about it?! I’ve received complaints from the Wraiths here on the island that it hadn’t been ordered, and I distinctly remember that I left Nick, Caleb and Justin in charge of that, not you, but it’s not their signature I see here ordering the shipments to come to a halt.” I tossed the page at his feet, “Explain that to me, and choose all of your words carefully because if you don’t…” my eyes quickly veered toward Abraxas and Zanzabarr, “you’re theirs to do what they want, and I won’t stop them.” I clenched my hands, resting them on the desk.

Slowly standing, sensing the Scotsman’s nervousness, Anthony took slow steps forward.

Leonus stood silent, glancing from her then toward her companions; the dragon’s wings twitched and chest heaved deeply, wanting to just release his bellowed flame, while the larger black wolf stood with his head and tail hanging low, snarling viciously. Ignorantly, the tall man placed his right hand on the hilt of his large hunter’s knife strapped on his belt.

“Leonus…don’t.” Anthony growled in warning.

“You’re signing your own death certificate.” I warned, watching the Scotsman gripped the hilt tighter, “Like I said, I won’t stop them or myself.” I began steaming fiercely.

“What do you mean yourself?” Leonus wondered, feeling Anthony’s hand roughly remove his own off the hilt, before unstrapping it off his belt, “What are you going to do, you little pipsqueak of a runt?! I’m a powerful Lycynian, there’s nothing you can do to me.” he then sneered at Anthony, roughly pushing him back away from his space, “And as far as your mutts and the bat over there?!” he referred to the dragon, wolf and Italian, “Can’t say I’ve ever tasted dragon meat, I’m sure it tastes no different than lizard and you?” he leered at Anthony, “I will throw you off the cliff side with your little cheerleader over here, after I have my fun with her, cause to be honest…” he eyed her up and down, “I can see why Nathan wants you so badly. After all, it is what Vikings do, RIGHT?!”

Before I could protest against such a horrific comment, even from a man like Leonus, expecting it from someone like Nathan, Anthony, in a swift step forward, lunged forward, grabbing the Scotsman by both his hair and beard, managing to flip and toss him to the ground. Once his back landed, scattering the rugs out of place, Anthony leaned in fiercely punching the alpha several times before he was kicked backwards, slamming against the desk, fiercely rattling items in their place. Holding his stomach, grunting and growling, Anthony watched as Leonus quickly sprung to his feet, ready to lunge forward with his claws extracted and ready swipe, but then he was unable to move, as if he were frozen in time, with only his eyes scanning back and forth.

As Anthony turned, glancing over his shoulder toward Yzavela, she stood engulfed in her Aura with her fists clenched tightly, glowing in a brighter hue compared to that that outlined her petite frame. As he took shuffling steps aside, he watched as she veered around the desk, standing next to him, keeping her dark flaming eyes fixed upon the Lycynian in front of her.

“I’ve been through a lot Leonus, and I’ve always overcome each and every one of those obstacles so save your threats that you will never see come to the light of day!” I warned, “So keep your hands, and…” my eyes scanned his awkward stance, “everything else to yourself, so now that you’ve made your intentions clear, here are mine!” and just as I reached out my left hand, opening the study door, with my right, I pushed the Scotsman backwards with a powerful blast, throwing his bulk down the hall, slamming it against the door leading to the large library.

Erik heard Yzavela was upstairs in the study, and as he ascended the steps, he watched just in time as the door swung open, followed by the bulk of a man being thrown down the hall. Standing halfway on the steps, he glanced to his left, watching as Leonus laid moaning as he stirred smoldering. As his gray eyes veered into the study, there she stood by the desk with Anthony behind her, brightly engulfed in her Aura. Placing his foot on the top step, he backed away watching as two wolves ran past him, down the hall, toward the Lycynian.

“What the f*ck?!” he grumbled softly.

Leonus grunted, managing to push himself into a sitting position. As he leaned his back against the door, breathing heavily, he opened his blue eyes, remaining perfectly still as two wolves stood on either side of him, snarling and slathering their jaws. Keeping his gaze forward, he watched as the young woman pushed past Erik, approaching him in slow, menacing steps as she ran her left hand along the railing; her Aura flickered and danced and once she stood by his feet, he watched as she knelt down, leaning her elbows on her knees.

“That was just a warning Leonus, because the next time that happens, I’ll burn a hole right through your chest. Right here…” I reached out my right hand, drawing an X with my petite index finger across his burnt clothing above his heart, “I’ve done it before and I quite like how it feels.” I squinted menacingly, “Now I might be a runt, or pip squeak, but I think I’ve proven myself capable of handling even someone like you, don’t you think so, Sasquatch? Nod if you understand?!” I tilted my head, watching as he quickly nodded, “Good, now give me your set of keys.” I held out my right hand, gesturing GIVE IT HERE, “I don’t have all day, Leonus.” I watched as he fumbled along his belt; his hands shook, trying to unlatch the loop from its hook and as he and I continued eye contact, I heard the loud jingle of metal immediately falling into my hands, “Good dog.” I stood, “I want you back here in the morning, so we can discuss things further and that’s not a request, Leonus Lancaster. Nine sharp. Keeper’s…” I leaned in, menacingly extinguish my Aura with such control, “orders.” I finished, taking a step backwards, summoning both wolves to heel.

Gulping quietly, Leonus pushed himself to his feet. Watching as the young woman stepped aside, letting him pass, he wanted to leave the premises as fast as he could, and stumbling down the stairs, his bulk rushed through the foyer, bumping into residents that came in for an early breakfast.

Closing my eyes, taking deep breaths, I fiddled with the keys in hand. I controlled my breathing, then opened my eyes as I turned, gazing at Anthony and Erik who stood by the study door that was left open.

“God that felt good.” I proclaimed.

“Um…what the bloody hell was that?” Erik muttered.

“I agree, what was that?” Anthony flinched, feeling an ache across his lower back from the impact against the desk and stomach from the kick.

“Just me, the real me.” I smiled proudly, looking at Erik who backed away upon my approach as if he were afraid me. Glancing back at my Zanzabarr and Abraxas, they rushed back into the study, while I then reached for Anthony’s arm, making sure he was all right.

“I’m fine.” he reassured, taking her hands into his.

I smiled, appreciating his tenderness, but worried about him, then I glanced at Erik.

“I was looking for you, where have you been?”

“I was, uh…” Erik paused, looking around nervously, “resting, I was thrown through a window remember?” he then leered at Anthony.

“How can I forget, I was there too, remember?” I moaned.

“Erik, listen about that, I am truly sorry.” Anthony stepped forward, “I didn’t mean to, I mean…” he shrugged, “I didn’t know what I was doing, I shifted and I…”

“Please, don’t.” Erik held up a hand, stopping the man from another word, “I don’t want your excuses or apologies, because you and I both know that you don’t really care.”

“Excuse me?!” Anthony frowned, “I wouldn’t be apologize if I didn’t mean it.”

“No, you’re trying to make yourself look good in front of her.” Erik gestured at Yzavela who stood shocked.

“Erik, that’s enough!” I protested, standing in front of Anthony, “I’m still always going to care about you all right, just not the way that you want, we keep going over this!” I huffed in complaint.

“Yes, I know. You’ve made that perfectly clear.” Erik groaned, “I’ve been with Jonathan by the way, and other friends, that’s where I have been.”

I knew that was a lie, because Jonathan hadn’t seen him at all.

“Ah, yes…that’s right.” I nodded, playing along with his lies, “I had forgotten, Jonathan mentioned something about it.” I looked away then changed the subject, “And speaking of Jonathan, I think I will be needing the Saxons to make a new door.”

“Why, what’s wrong with that one?” Anthony wondered curiously.

“Nothing, I mean…it’s sturdy enough but I don’t want to give that bastard the satisfaction that he can come up here whenever he wants.” I announced, “And this time, I’ll be in possession of the only ring of keys.”

“Keeper of Keys.” Erik grinned.

“Exactly.” I returned the grin, “Listen, are you sure you’re all right?”

“I said I’m fine.” he barked arrogantly, then looked around, “I’ll go find Jonathan and let him know that you’re looking for him, hmm?”

“Yeah, sure.” I sighed, “Thank you.”

“No problem.” he nodded, then turned, slowly descending the steps.

Turning to Anthony, I studied his reaction as his eyes scanned me up and down.

“What’s that look for?” I worried.

“Nothing, it’s just…this is a new side to you I haven’t seen before.” he gestured at her.

“You don’t like it?” I said femininely.

“I didn’t say that, and I’m not like Erik that’s going to get scared and run away. It’s different, that’s all, but beautiful and extremely sexy.” he answered softly, “You’re not like other women, something I knew form day one but damn, amore mio, you were on fire, literally on fire. I know you’re part fire Demon but is that what you meant by coming into your powers?”

“Part of it yes.” I took his hands, “Like I told you when I steamed…” I teased, biting my lip flirtatiously, “during sex, it only happens when I get angry or on command, kind of like the Hulk except I don’t turn green. At least I hope not.”

Anthony chuckled, placing his hands on her waist, pulling her close.

“Well, is there anything I can do to get your mind off that incident, my dear little firecracker?” he growled.

“Like what, mi amor?” I purred, “Mating? Again?”

Laughing deeply, then flinching from his aches, Anthony shook his head, keeping his hands on her waist, before offering fierce tickles.

“Maybe.” he joked, then leaned in, kissing her longingly. Once their heads pulled away, he looked into her eyes, “How is that for a little distraction, hmm?” he flickered his eyebrows.

“I don’t know, I think I need another.” I smiled.

Anthony smiled, and before he could lean in for another, a familiar voice interrupted them. As he and Yzavela glanced toward the top of the stairs, there stood Nathan.

“Would you two take your flirting and f*cking inside, you’re making me sick.” the young Lycynian complained, holding an apple that had not yet been bitten into, “But hello again there, love. It’s good to see you’re back, sorry I haven’t been around to welcome you home.”

“Awe, forgive me if I don’t seem to care.” I mocked sarcastically.

“I heard about what you did to Leonus, did you really do that?”

“Word travels fast, doesn’t it?” I looked at Anthony, “But yes.” I leered at him, “Want a taste? Oh wait, you already have.”

Nathan gulped, remembering the day I had burned his trousers. As he took a bite from the apple, he stepped forward, pushing past her and the Italian, managing to whisper close to her,

“Maybe another time, love. When you’re not with your pack.”

“Good luck.” I grinned.

“I’ll need it.” he dropped the apple into her hands, then continued on his way toward the library where a young woman greeted him as he entered, “Sorry I’m late, had a bird that needed a greeting.” he said loud enough before closing the door.

Glancing at the apple in my hands, I burned it quickly down its core. As I wiped my hands against my thighs, I complained as I looked up at Anthony.

“You know, I was hungry but now I’ve lost my appetite.”

“Tell you what…” Anthony took her hands, “Thomas invited us to lunch, so why don’t you and your Ma-am come by?” he smiled, “It’ll be a good distraction and then of course, you and I can share dessert much later.” he winked.

“Oooo, Tony…” I purred flirtatiously, “don’t tempt me.” I offered a quick kiss, “ But we would love that, thank you. I love you.”

“And I love you.” he purred the words softly.

I turned, calling for Zanzabarr and Abraxas who emerged, standing by the door that I had quickly closed and locked. Descending the stairs, Anthony and I exited the manor, parting ways momentarily while I went in search of my mom but then bumped into Erik who needed to speak with me.

“I thought you said enough back there in the manor?” I moaned in complaint.

“Yeah, well…I didn’t want to talk in front of Anthony, he’s always around, like bloody hell doesn’t he have anything else to do?” Erik groaned.

“Erik?!” I paused, looking at him.

“Sorry.” he held his hands up.

“Mm-hmm.”

“So, you and Anthony.” Erik mumbled, “How serious is it?”

“Seriously?!” I argued, “First Sarah, and now you?!”

“What?!” he frowned in confusion.

“Nothing.” I shook my head, dismissing the tension, “But like I told her, it’s really none of your business, besides…” I turned to him, and folded my arms, “how would you like it if I started bombarding you on your relationship with your ex-girlfriend, Lilien?!” I watched his eyes widened, “Oh yes, I know all about that, and the time that you spent together during my absence so it seemed you missed me just fine.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Erik argued.

“Here you are, still trying to get past the friendship line, when you’ve been hanging around your ex trying to get back together with her, so tell me Erik, is it because you were lonely for a relationship or was it just because she’s something familiar?!”

“That’s not fair!” Erik loudly argued.

I realized how that must have sounded.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. Look, I don’t care who you hang out with, it’s up to you, just leave me out of it please! And that goes for my business and relationship with Anthony!” I snapped, then turned, continuing to walk back to the mortal dwelling with Abraxas and Zanzabarr.

Erik watched as she disappeared further into the distance. Grabbing his hair, he cursed as he turned, kicking at the snow before making his way toward the training yard, needing to work off some build up emotions.

Later that afternoon, Anthony drove a car to Thomas’ home where Louisa greeted him, Lady D and Yzavela with wide smiles. The scent of delicious Italian cuisine filled the home and sitting at the table, the Giovanni family, twins included, shared laughter and happy moments.

The daughter, Bianca, sitting next to me, gently tugged on my sleeve.

“Excuse me, Keeper?” she whispered softly.

“Yes, sweetie?” I looked at her, “And please, call me Yza.” I smiled.

“Yza, are you and uncle Anthony going to get married?” she giggled.

Her words caught me off guard for a moment for I hadn’t thought about it, I mean it wasn’t something he and I had spoken about yet.

“Um…” I raised my gaze, watching as he stood with Thomas and my mom, sharing a moment of laughter. Glancing back at her, before I could mutter a word, her brother, Giuseppe ran over, and poked her, then ran around the table.

“Giuseppe!” Bianca shouted, standing from the table.

“Children!” Louisa shouted, “How many times have I told you not to run in the house, much less around the table?!” she folded her arms.

“Sorry, Ma-ma.” the twins held their heads low.

Looking at the clock, Louisa knew there was plenty of time for them to get in some play time before the houses were locked down for the night because of the Boar-wolves.

“You have an hour, go outside.” she smiled.

Giuseppe and Bianca smiled then ran toward the door for their coats and boots.

Louisa shook her head, sitting next to Yzavela.

“So, are you?” she looked at her.

“Excuse me?” I looked at her.

“You and Anthony, are you going to get married?” Louisa gushed.

“No, we’re not.” I answered, “I mean, it’s not something we’ve talked about yet, we’re still taking our relationship slow, especially since I was gone for two years, you know.” I shrugged, then glanced over at him once more.

“Mm, well…I approve, and so does Thomas so you already have our blessing.” Louisa reached out, gently squeezing Yzavela’s hand, “He’s fallen for you, he loves you, so it wouldn’t surprise me if he does ask you.”

“I love him too, Louisa…truly I do.” I smiled.

“So, if he asked you?”

“I don’t know.” I answered quickly, not liking being put on the spot.

“What’s going on over here?” Lady D walked over, sitting back at the table with Anthony.

“Nothing, Yzavela and I were just talking.” Louisa winked at her.

“About?” Anthony wondered with a grin.

“You.” I smiled, looking at him.

“Good things, I hope?”

“Always.”

“How about some dessert?” Thomas announced, then approached the patio doors, calling for the twins, stating that it was time to come in.

For the rest of the evening I was quiet, especially when returning to my room. Pacing, I began thinking about Bianca and Louisa, and the words that spewed from their lips. As I turned, looking at Abraxas and Zanzabarr, a wide smile crept across my face, thinking about it. Even though I don’t believe in marriage, or at least the beauty behind it anymore for it’s been twisted into some distorted bond between not only a man and woman but other relationships as well, I never saw myself getting married in the dress, and ceremony, or vows, really I never did, but now? I don’t know.

Anthony sat on his bed, staring at a small box in his hand. Slowly, he turned it side to side, allowing the light to reflect off the gorgeous ring that was tucked inside. Laying it on the table, he leaned against his pillows, staring at the ceiling, knowing that he had found the one woman he wanted to settle down with, which was something he had never though he’d find. Closing his eyes, he planned the moment in his mind, hoping that the moment would go according to each of the steps.

“Soon my little Yza, soon.” he grinned, then drifted off to sleep.