I Sat on a huge amount of silk cushions on the living room floor blissfully ignoring the tense atmosphere and focusing on Gwens brushing my long blonde hair.

Angelica had apparently called all of Kadens friends over because she had gotten bored. So now i sat in the living room parlor thing surrounded by both Kadens friends, the Vicroft's and their three pets -who have been staring at me since they got there- Kadens rage seemed to simmer barely hidden below the surface, "Alexander, Bethany. I could have sworn you have four pets."

The couple looked utterly upset, Alexander speaking for them, "we do Lord Dawson but as we had explained previously he is very sick.."

Gwen stopped brushing my hair for a moment as all eyes turned to Kaden. I sighed to myself; here we go.

Kaden slammed his whisky glass onto the table, I quickly stanched to it wouldn't fall, that and I would probably need the damn drink after this. He glared at the man, "Do not lie to me Vicroft."

To his credit the man stood his ground, "I am not.."

"You are. you are lying to me because you know what will happen once I get my hands on the little bastard."

I felt my brows furrow i confusion...what would happen? what could Kaden possibly plan on doing? I looked around to see Gwen, Gabriel, and Jerric who all had very conveniently found something else to look at the moment we locked eyes. My gaze drifted over to the three pets; Jack, Lewis, and Sasha who has become what could only be described as grief.

turning slightly I looked over my shoulder at Kaden, taking in his tense body and locked jaw before very discreetly flicking his thigh.

He looked down at me.

I locked eyes with his, confusion surly splashed across my face.

He looked away almost instantly.

That was not okay. Damn vampire knows I can't do anything with all these people here. I leaned against his leg with a dramatic sigh under my breath. I hope he knows if he doesn't fix that attitude he is so not getting laid tonight.

I felt him tense against me.

Ah so the little fucker was probing around in my head. heh, you heard me baby boy. I looked up at him again, a smirk playing at the corner of my mouth.

Narrowing his eyes at me he slowly ran a hand through my hair, like that would make me feel better.

Okay so maybe it feels a little good but it wasn't enough.

His fingers slowly massaged the base of my neck.

Damn him and his magic fingers because I loosened up a bit and leaned into him.

Still jokes on him because he didn't realize I had dessert taken a fork from the table.

Slowly yet surely I applied pressure to the tendons in his ankle, If he though I would never hurt him he was dead wrong.

He made me get my ass out of bed and return to reality and stupid society without even giving my honey pot the time to heal. bastard was the one to open it he should damn well understand that there was no way I was okay with just up and running this god damn emotional marathon.

Kaden abruptly rose from his seat, causing me to drop my fork, "excuse me for a moment, something has come up...I expect a proper answer by the time I return. Pet, come."

Hah. He needs me in bed to do that.

Shooting me a look over his shoulder he gently grabbed my arm and pulled me from the room and down the hall, raking a hand through his perviously perfect hair as he spun on me, "Honey pot? Really love?"

Heh he still calls me love even when his pissed, cute. "what I like honey and I like my-"

He rose a hand, "I sort of figured that."

I shrugged, "I got other things I could call it if you want."

"No. Just...what is the matter?"

"What are you planning on doing once you get those pale hands of yours on that pet?"

He was silent for a moment, "does that matter?"

I nodded slowly, hopping up in my heels in an attempt to fix his hair, "It matters."

he leaned down a bit and allowed me to do as I wished with his dark locks, "He drugged you Calla."

"And? Lots of people have drugged me, I was shot with drugs in order to be captured, I was drugged every time I acted out at the pet shop, and stuffed with those nasty healing pills when they beat me, what does one crazy tripp off a cup of coffee going to change?"

He seemed to let out a low hiss of displeasure, "because I could have lost you if you had any more of that damn coffee."

I blinked at him, pausing in my hair fixing mission, "huh?"

Pulling away he cupped my face between his hands, resting his forehead on my own.

He looked tiered as if talking about this took a physical toll on him, "You would have overdosed had you drank the entire cup...I would have lost you, god Calla I would have lost you over a cup of god damn coffee in my own home..."

I wasn't really sure what to say, he looked so worried and stressed I knew just brushing it of was a horrible idea, "...but I'm here right?"

A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips, "yes my little flower, you're here. I'm not letting you leave baby."

I smiled, "good. then there is no reason to flip."

"Yes there is. He tried to hurt you, of course I'm going to flip."

He said it causally but there was a rage behind his eyes. I pursed my lips at him, "I hope you know your not getting laid tonight."

We stared at each other for a moment both angry for a different reason, him because of what had almost happened and I because he refuse to tell me exactly what was going to happen.

And I wasn't going to get laid either.

Kinda wanted to do that again.

Damn it.

After another tense moment Kaden looked at me, no visible sign of relenting on his face, "wouldn't want to damage that honey pot anymore so soon I suppose."

I was going to punch him.

I was so going to punch him in his gorgeous face.

And it wasn't even over the sex, I could get that if I wanted.

I figured the first time I punched him would be over sex.

Weird.

"...I am going to punch you."

He looked at me oddly, "over the sex?"

"no! not over the sex! because you won't flipping tell me what your going to do!"

"...I see, well I don't believe it is relevant for you to know. punching me won't change that but you can try."

Against what I was sure he believed, I did exactly that.

I tried to punch him.