Harlow woke up and realized the sun was too high up for it to be 6:30 am. She grabbed her phone and saw that it was 9 am. She began frantically running around until she noticed the post-it note on her floor length mirror.

She couldn't help but smile at the sweet gesture or the black card that sat beside her phone. She decided to get ready and dressed in a relaxing jumpsuit and matching sneakers. The downtown square was beyond adorable. There were cute little shops and boutiques as well as restaurants that all smelled heavenly. She got the massage that the woman at the counter suggested just by looking at her and she was so thankful. It was exactly what she needed and she couldn't help but wonder if the woman were supernatural or not.

Harlow felt like she could melt she was so relaxed. She tipped her masseuse very well before heading to a Cajun restaurant nearby. She ordered her food and looked out the window as she waited. She watched as a woman looked at her phone and began crying.

It saddened Harlow to no end watching her breakdown and she immediately wanted to test a theory. "I want that woman's problem to fix itself right now." She whispered and watched as the woman seemed to have gotten a notification on her phone. Harlow watched pensively as the woman's eyes widened. Harlow was shocked when the women began yelling and jumping up and down.

A man on his way out from the restaurant ran over to her and they began talking frantically before he too started jumping for joy. She hugged the man happily before walking into the restaurant and sitting down at the bar. "I'm sorry," Harlow spoke up as she walked over. "I don't mean to intrude, but I saw you out there celebrating and I wanted to know if I could buy you a drink." The woman gave her a kind smile. "That would be very nice of you, but it's unnecessary. I can actually afford to buy my drinks now!" Harlow looked at her curiously.

"I was in a very bad car accident a few months ago that made it so I couldn't work anymore and the lawsuit for the accident has been dragging ever since, because the man that hit me is some hotshot doctor. My lawyer sent me an email this morning that we needed to just cut our losses, but then minutes ago I just got an email that we will be settling for half a million more than what was originally projected. I am beyond thankful, because now I can put my kids through college and then some. Won't He do it!"

Harlow couldn't help but smile widely. "That's amazing news..." The older Creole woman smiled. "Ava. Ava LaFleur." Harlow nodded. "Harlow Allen." She introduced before telling the bartender to get Ava whatever she wanted on her. Harlow ended up moving to the bar and talking with Ava for two hours. When she left there, she felt a comfort and peace that she knew was her witch side. She could and would use her powers for good. Ava was going to be one of many and Harlow was excited about that.

When she entered the house, she found Alistair in the parlor listening to hip hop music and bobbing his head. "You're a funny little kitty, Ali." He chuckled at her before jumping onto the couch that she sat on. "Did you have a good day, Mama? What did you get me?" Alistair asked climbing into her lap. "I did actually. I got you this toy," she said pulling out a cat toy that immediately got his attention as he tried to grab it from her. "I also used magic to help someone." Alistair's eyes widened before asking for more detail. She told him about Ava and he nodded but paired it with a warning.

"You can't go around acting like a genie, Mama. This world, especially magic, is all about balance. You need to think of magic as a gas tank and right now since you haven't used it your tank is on full, but the more you go out casting spells and intentions the lower your tank will get."

Harlow listened intently. "How do I fill it back up?" Alistair stretched against her. "It varies. Sometimes witches need to mix potions. Sometimes witches need to duel other witches. But most of the time they just need to rest and let it reup on its own. Your magic is a beautiful gift, but use it when absolutely necessary. Witch magic is not the same as demonic powers as the demonic power is limitless."

"Will you help me with my demon side? Can you bring Kali forth without me blacking out?" Alistair sighed heavily. "Unfortunately, until we get your father to remove the cloak it's going to be the way it's been." Harlow huffed before thinking about her angel side. "How do I get my angel side to come out? At the moment, I've only heard her in my head." Alistair thought on it.

"Angels are different. They don't really have a need to show themselves unless their host is in danger or they're present in the holy realms." Harlow nodded in understanding. "I will say being with your mates is changing things and I don't think your parents took that into account." Harlow nodded also agreeing with that assessment.

"Come on, let's go take a nap. All this newfound information over the past few days is leaving me exhausted at every turn." Alistair got up and ran up the stairs as Harlow followed behind him. She looked at the clock that read 3:30 pm and sighed. She wanted to set an alarm, but she also wanted to see how much sleep her body truly needed to get back to center. She hoped that when she awoke, she'd feel better about her situation and figure out a plan to not only confront her father, but get him to remove the cloak.

Work did not feel the same for the men without Harlow present. They didn't know how they were able to come into the office prior to meeting her. Now that they knew what it was like to work a few feet away from their loving and beautiful mate they were hooked. "I miss her," Wes and Val said at the same time causing one another to laugh. "She's taking a much-needed break from everything, including us so that she can adjust accordingly." Damien offered thinking on their mate. "Check in on her," Wes begged as he and Val crowded behind him. "Fine," Damien said waving his hand and revealing a crystal-clear image of Harlow sleeping in her bed.

"She's so beautiful," Wes smiled as they watched her for a second longer. Then her eyes flew open to reveal all black. "Hello loves," Kali said before winking. "How are you, sweetheart?" Wes asked her with a smile. "Better now that I'm out." Damien took her in. "How are you out?" Kali shrugged. "She's still very much so angry and it's festering, so I tap into that whenever I can. She's depleted and asleep right now so we get a little wiggle room to stretch our wings." They all nodded in understanding. "How is she?" Val asked worriedly. "She's hurt, rightfully so, but we'll be alright. We always are."

"You don't have to do anything alone anymore, my love." Damien said to her with a small smile. "I know and she knows. It's just a lot to take in. She was a mortal in her mind until last night." They realized how true that was and understood all that she could possibly be feeling. "Get some rest, Kali. We'll talk to you later." Val said with a smile earning him a wink. Damien waved his hand and watched as the image disappeared. "We need to do something for her tonight. Flowers maybe?" Wes suggested. "No, we should get her an engagement ring!" Val said happily.

"You want to propose? Now? After everything she has going on." Damien stated as though he were crazy. "This is the perfect time. We marry her and then introduce her to the supernatural world as our mate and the human world as our wife." Wes shook his head. "She's going to hate that. You know her fears about people knowing we're together since we're her bosses."

Val shrugged. "Then we'll fire her or start another company and have her be over their IT department. I don't care I just want a ring on her finger and the world to know she's ours." Damien looked at the lovesick St. Valentine and shook his head. "We'll each pick a present that we all know we'd all approve of and go from there." Damien suggested already knowing the gift he would give her. It was unconventional and more than likely dangerous, but he knew she'd appreciate it and it would help her heal.

"Mr. Terni, Ms. Lawson is here to see you." Mrs. Clara bit out and Val couldn't help but sigh. He knew that Mrs. Clara hated Lydia and had pestered him for years to stop entertaining her. He wished he had listened. He took in the sad expression on this mate's face when she brought up their relationship and it was his fault that it was there in the first place. He had to officially end things with Lydia once and for all. "Send her in." He watched as the slender White and Asian woman walked seductively to his desk. He couldn't deny, Lydia was gorgeous, but she wasn't Harlow.

Her slender waist and body used to do something for him, but now he desired thick thighs that would wrap around him, hips he could hold onto as he pounded into her and large breasts he could latch on to like a newborn. He couldn't even think about her round peach ass or he'd blow right then and there. "Hi Damien," Lydia smiled at him and Damien wanted to scoff. He had made the stupid mistake of getting high off a mixture of hellfire and jimsonweed and engaged in a threesome with Val and Lydia. It happened one time, but she felt like she had somehow conquered the brooding beast.

"You rang, babe." Lydia said smiling down at Val. "Don't call me that. Ever. We're not in a relationship. We were never in a relationship. We are never going to be in a relationship. I called you up here to make that painstakingly clear. Do you understand?" Lydia looked madder than ever. "Who is she?" Val looked at her bored. "Who is who?" Lydia slammed her hands on the desk as her brown eyes bleed red and her fangs descended. "Who the fuck are you cheating on me with? Is it that bitch in Accounting?"

Wes shook his head as Damien watched on somewhat amused. "I'm not cheating on you, because we were never in a relationship. If you must know, the guys and I have found our mate. She is our one true love and the only woman that will ever have my heart. You've been warned Lydia. There is nothing going on between us, so if I hear that you're spreading lies or blabbing about the past I end you." She saw as his eyes changed colors and caused her to back away from his desk.

"Do you understand me, Lydia?" She nodded her head before saying yes. She turned away before he could see her tears fall. She used hyper speed to make it back to her office not caring if the few mortals saw a blur dashing by. She thought over all that Val had to say and fluctuated between sadness and pure rage. She wanted to find out who this mate was and see if she could take her. "Val is mine." She whispered to herself before she concocted a plan that she figured would help her determine who their mystery mate was.