Lukes Country Club was a member only club, the kind of place where the socialites of Hemlock Grove hang around to play golf, ride horses or have fancy meals. Chantel was astonished that Susan Channing was a part of the club, she'd never mentioned to her daughter about being part of it until they pulled up outside the club.

"So this is where you have your Sunday brunches these days?" Chantel asked her mother as she adjusted her sun hat.

Susan smiled at her, "sometimes and there are horses here."

Chantel beamed, horses were her animal. Back at boarding school, her favourite pastime activity apart from reading and listening to music was horseback riding.

"Hello," a fine Asian man greeted them, he was fair with black hair, dark eyes and wore a grey suit.

Susan introduced them. "Meet Dr Johann Pryce, and Johann my daughter Chantel."

Dr Pryce shook Chantel's hand, "finally we meet, I've heard a great deal about you from your mother."

Chantel shook his hand, "nice to meet you Dr Pryce."

"Call me, Johann." He chuckled softly.

Chantel gave him a light nod. Did her mother bring her here for brunch or to introduce her to—her future step father?

They headed towards the open dinning area next to the enormous pool and beyond, the beautiful view of the garden. The tables were filled with families, couples and business groups. The waiter guided them towards their table—there Chantel saw Shelley, Roman and a lady seated in a round table at the center besides the water fountain.

For goodness sake? Were they going to have brunch with the Godfrey's? She wanted to bail. Roman's gaze caught hers as a devilish smile passed his perfect face. Does he know?

The three figures looked up as Pryce appeared with Chantel and Susan. "Hello Mrs Channing," the lady in the beautiful white lace dress spoke.

"Hi Mrs Godfrey, my daughter Chantel." Susan introduced Chantel to the hottest woman alive, who was Roman's and Shelley mother.

Olivia gave Chantel half a smile as she shook her hand, "my darlings have been talking about you lately."

Chantel shook her hand with a smile on her face. What things? But she couldn't make herself ask.

Roman patted the empty chair besides him, "I've reserved a seat for you sweetheart."

Chantel could feel her cheeks heating up but she tried her best to remain cool and sat in between him and Shelley.

Roman was fiddling with a spoon, and she was just staring at him like he was the menu. There was something about him that makes it impossible to look away and the platinum ring on his finger, the one he always wore. Was it a family heirloom? A fashion statement? Or a gift from a lover?

"You look ravenous." A smug smirk appeared on his face as she got knocked out of her dream state, she quickly turned away and picked up the menu scanning the salads. What the hell was wrong with her?

Shelley was checking the salad menu as well. Chantel tapped, "the chef salad sounds promising," to which Shelley nodded in agreement.

Roman leaned forward, "you need something meaty in your life."

Chantel squinted, "excuse me?"

A waitress in a pink polo shirt appeared, Jenny Fredericks her name tag read. "Is that what you want, honey?" She asked Shelley. "The salad?"

Shelley nodded in agreement.

"No, no." Olivia cut in, "her usual will be quite satisfactory."

But Shelley kept tapping at the salad menu.

"Darling, you must eat your meat." Olivia told Shelley none too gently.

Pryce and Susan were in a deep conversation about an upcoming office decor, to really care about their discussions, thankfully.

Jenny put a hand on Shelley's shoulder, "she's just thinking about her figure. All those cute boys in high school."

"You found any cute guy?" Roman nodded at Chantel. She narrowed her eyes, "I've a boyfriend."

Olivia looked up at the waitress irritably, "her usual will be quite satisfactory."

Shelley banged the table. Susan and Pryce paused and turned to Shelley, wondering what the hell happened?

Shelley began to tear up. There, Roman quickly reached for the napkin and wiped her tears as he smiled at his little sister kindly. "Salad it will be, for me and my girls." Roman told Jenny as the waitress smiled and noted down on her pad.

Chantel had thought about Roman Godfrey a lot more than she wanted but she'd never thought about him that way, until, she witness what he did for Shelley and her heart just melted.

Now, Chantel pushed herself up from the bed. She couldn't remember how she slept off. The last memory she had was: playing scrabbles at the living area, until, Roman got bored and said they should play an adventure game from his PS5 and since Olivia was away—Shelley could finally play GTA so Chantel agreed and they all headed to Roman's room—where Roman taught Shelley how to play while Chantel watched them and snacked on fritos and sipped Dr Pepper.

At one time she recalled having a glass of champagne that Roman brought up from their family wine cellar and after that, everything seemed blurry. Maybe, because she'd skipped her medication, she couldn't tell but it was already eight in the morning and she felt weird and nauseous. There was no sign of Roman nor Shelley. Roman's stuffs were scattered on the floor as always.

Roman's stuffs were scattered on the floor as always. She repeated fuck! If she slept on Roman's bed, where the hell did the other two people sleep? She dragged herself out of bed and walked into the bathroom, she didn't even wash her face last night, no wonder her mascaras were all smushed and she was looking like a panda. She washed up, took a quick shower and headed downstairs.

Roman was entering the manor when she walked down the stairs, "morning sweetheart," he wished.

"Morning," she said. "Where did you go?"

"Shelley wanted to see uncle Norman," Roman told her, "so I dropped her off."

"Why?" She asked curiously, "something happened?"

Roman took her hand and lead her towards the kitchen, "you'll need coffee for this," he told her.

Roman had dropped the bomb on her, last night there had been another killing and it was Jenny Fredericks. The Jenny Fredericks from Lukes Country Club, the waitress with the pink polo shirt who served them salads. The sweet Jenny who used to be a companion of Shelley, no wonder the fifteen year old was affected and went to see Dr Norman early morning.

After a heavy breakfast Chantel dropped by her place to get changed into some fresh clothings, her mother was occupied with her works at the basement so thankfully she'd not checked the news yet or she'd freak the hell out knowing about Jenny Fredericks. They talked for some minutes and Chantel left, her mother hadn't questioned where her daughter was headed to because she'd probably assumed she was going to school or maybe to prepare for the vigil of the Sworn twins but instead, Chantel had something else on mind.

She walked out of the house wearing a pastel pink cardigan with a matching beanie, Roman was killing his cigarette when he saw her. "You..." he smiled at her, "I missed seeing you in these colours."

"You mean pink?" She gave him a cherry smile.

"Yeah," he nodded as he playfully tugged the Pom-Pom on her head. When they first met at Pennsylmania, she'd been wearing a pink plaided dress with a Minnie Mouse hairband on her head.

They headed back to Hemlock Acres to inform Peter about the tragedy, the radio was reporting about the body that was found next to the sea. Roman lighted another cigarette, while Chantel checked her social. There used to be a time where people came here to post about their life or share their thoughts, opinions and ideas but now it had become a place of fear and mourning—the brutal deaths of the young girls had affected everyone in and around Hemlock Grove.

Chantel put her phone down and asked out of the blue, "Rome did you sleep with Lisa Willoughby?"

"What?" Roman asked a bit in disbelief.

She pressed her lips, "Brooke, Jenny..."

"What's that suppose to mean?" He turned to her.

"Don't you find it weird that, the two girls you've screwed are dead." She quoted with her fingers.

Roman scoffed, "they've been practically fucked by a couple of other dudes, don't blame it on me."

"What about the Sworn twins?" She muttered.

"No!" He huffed a breath of disbelief. "Where's all these coming from?"

"Things have been weird lately..." she didn't even know what she was trying to say here.

"I don't know where you got this weird theory but no, girls don't get killed by a vargulf after I fucked them." He said, training his attention back on the road. "If that's the deal, half of the girls would be dead by now..." he shrugged, "I didn't mean that, shit! Sorry!"

Chantel didn't respond, being around Roman Godfrey makes her forget what kind of a boy he was. A dangerous player. He cares for her but not enough to leave his bad habits for her.

They walked into the chapel where Peter Rumancek was sound asleep inside the bathtub, Casper purring on top of his belly. Good for him, that he could sleep peacefully in a place like this Chantel thought.

Roman slapped him on his calf. He woke up yawningly, "I thought I ordered a redhead."

"There was another one." Chantel looked down on the gypsy.

"Another what?" Peter looked at her questionably.

"Last night, another girl." Roman mentioned.

"Who?" Peter got out of the tub.

"Jenny Fredericks," Chantel swallowed hard. "Her head was found on a sewer."

"But it was the wrong moon. That's supposed to be impossible, right?" Roman asked him frustratingly.

"Yeah, maybe...maybe not," gasped Peter.

"What do you mean?" Roman stammered. "I thought we still had time to find him."

"In twilight, wolves can change anytime of the day as they want." Chantel said, she knew how stupid it sounded but she just said it.

Roman looked at her, "you should totally stop reading that book."

"You guys need to stick together at sundown tonight." Peter said putting on his shoes.

"Why?" Asked Roman.

"I mean it." Huffed Peter as he turned to Roman, "the girls are under your watch until this is over. This is your job now."

"Where are you going?" Chantel asked Peter.

"I'm gonna go see destiny. She knows more about the, uh...the protocols than I do." Peter explained.

Roman raised a brow. "Protocols?"

"Or whatever. She might have a better idea about this, because I sure don't." Peter was frustrated.

"If you go out in public, you'll be shot." Roman stated the obvious. "That's if you're lucky!"

Peter threw up his hands in defeat, "yeah, well I'm a lucky guy."

"This is no joke!" Chantel scolded Peter. "Okay?"

Roman handed Peter his phone, "here, call her."

Peter sighed deeply, "this isn't a pizza delivery." He ran a hand across his face, "you guys go."

"Okay." Nodded Chantel.

"And Roman," Peter looked at Roman. "I mean it...about the girls."

Roman gave him a nod and grabbed Chantel's hand, "let's go."

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"You okay love?" Roman asked quietly.

Chantel pulled down her sleeves and exhaled, "I'm scared about the safety of this town, of its people."

"Hey," he turned to her. "You know I won't let anything happen to you."

She nodded, "I know."

He gave her a small smile turning the music up 'nothings gonna hurt you baby' by Cigarettes after sex was playing.

They stopped by the drive through and ordered chicken mac nuggets, fries, a Big Mac and an XL coke.

"Didn't I tell you to order two Big Macs?" Chantel mumbled as she took a bite of the burger.

Roman turned to her, "when did we start ordering in twos, we always share."

She handed him the burger, "because I'm starved."

"You drank two mugs of coffee and ate a stack of pancakes, I thought you'd be full by now." He reminded her.

She sipped the coke, "maybe, the champagne I had last night is boosting my appetite."

Roman took a bite of the burger, "because you had the whole bottle."

"Shee-it," she cursed. "No wonder I was feeling nauseated."

"And mom came," he mentioned.

"What?" She nearly spilled the drink.

Roman exhaled, "don't worry, she just said that you needed to rest and we put you on the bed, you slept like a baby."

"Ugh!" She huffed a breath of disbelief, "I'm never having those century old champagnes ever again."

"Yeah." He agreed, but there was something about tune of his voice that made her think twice.

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Chantel knocked as they stood outside Destiny's apartment. The Romani witch opened the door, at least this time she wasn't in her lingerie.

"Hey," a smile spread across Destiny's face as she saw Chantel. "Come in."

Lynda was seated on the sofa sipping wine, she stood up as soon as she saw the two teenagers. "How's my baby?" She asked curiously.

"He's safe, where he is," responded Roman.

Lynda gave a sigh of relief as she sat back down on the sofa.

"No, he's not, but...what does he need?" Destiny planted her hands on her hips.

Roman said. "There was another murder last night, the vargulf."

"I know, I know." Nodded Lynda as she poured two glasses of red.

"Peter said you were some kind of expert." Roman looked at destiny, "so how is this happening?"

Destiny looked at Roman. "You really have no idea what you are, do you?"

"What the fuck's that supposed to mean?" Roman asked annoyingly.

"Rome," Chantel huffed.

"Ok," Destiny shook her head. "First experts are people that you see on tv and the laws of magic are like the laws of anything, they work because you obey them."

"Then you can just break them?" Roman asked her.

Destiny responded. "Not the way you think."

"This vargulf can." Roman narrowed his eyes. "How do we fight that?"

"You don't," Destiny told him.

"I'm part of this." Roman explained. "Killing him is something I'm supposed to do."

Chantel crossed her arms. "He'd been saying that, ever since he got up from his coma."

"There are dreams so real you can feel their teeth marks when you wake up." Destiny said slowly, "and then there's the smell of coffee."

Lynda served the teenagers glasses of red wine.

"It's time for you to admit that this isn't your fight." Destiny told Roman.

That's right, Chantel thought, tell him Destiny.

"People are still dying," mentioned Roman.

Destiny stared at Roman, "that has nothing to do with it."

Roman smacked his lips together and then chucked the drink down, "so how does Peter fight him?"

Destiny and Lynda exchanged a weary look. Chantel took a sip of the wine, it was bitter.

"The way wolves usually do." Said Destiny.

"Then he can do the same thing?" Roman asked curiously. "He can turn when the moon is wrong?"

Destiny shook her head gently, "not for free."

"Nothing is for free," said Lynda slowly.

"Then what's the price?" Asked Chantel worrisomely.

Destiny replied. "I don't know."

"Who does?" Roman put the glass down.

Destiny gazed down on the floor when she said. "The only person who can know the answer is Peter."

"Not without some help, he can't," Lynda rubbed her jaws.

"I can give him what he needs, but no matter what, it's gonna be a giant crap sandwich for him to eat." Destiny explained in frustration.

"Aren't there..." Roman looked at Destiny, "protocols or something?"

"Oh, Peter, Peter, Peter." Destiny sighed deeply. "You know, there was nothing about this that 1,000 miles of interstate couldn't have solved."

"Except when it doesn't." Lynda looked at Destiny.

Destiny rolled her eyes. "Fine!"

Lynda scoffed. "Don't act like we haven't talked about this before."

"I said fine." Destiny rose up and walked towards the kitchen.

"What do you mean you talked about it?" Roman asked as he sat besides Lynda. "About Peter running away?"

"Yep," nodded Lynda. "But that is not always the best solution."

Chantel took another sip of the bitter wine. "Why?" She asked Lynda.

"Did Peter tell you guys about Nicolae?" Asked Lynda curiously.

"He said he killed one of his own." Chantel said quietly, "back when we were robbing the entrails of Lisa Willoughby." Gruesome gory memories.

"Yeah, we'll...the brother of the man Nicolae killed found us many years later, meaning that Nicolae had to become a murderer twice in his life. The fires go out, the coals stay hot." Lynda explained frustratingly. "If this isn't ended, this will be just around the corner for the rest of Peter's life."

Destiny appeared and puffed, "that story sounds so much better in Romanian."

"I miss when Peter was a baby." Lynda put a hand on Roman's arm. "If I could flip a switch, I'd live in a whole world of babies."

Roman assured her. "I'm gonna help him through this."

Lynda smiled and placed a loving hand on his cheek. Among Olivia, Susan and Lynda. Lynda was the best mom ever. Even though many might argue she isn't.

Destiny sighed heavily and handed Roman a brown paper bag, "tell Peter I love him, okay?"

Roman nodded as he took the bag from her.

"Be safe," Lynda looked at Chantel.

Chantel smiled, "you too."

Destiny followed the two teenagers towards the door and said, "wait."

They both turned around and faced her, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, and did some kinds of hand gestures. She slowly opened her eyes and told Roman. "Your sahastrara...sometimes it glows."

"Okay..." Roman said confusingly as he opened the door.

Destiny turned to Chantel and whispered, "you're the only one who can save him."

Chantel mouthed. "Pete?"

"Roman," Destiny whispered in her ears as she gave her a kiss on the cheek and send her off. And why do Roman Godfrey needed saving? Does she even want to know the answer to that?

As they walked down the stairs Roman asked, "what was that all about?"

"I don't know," mumbled Chantel.

He squinted, "she like girls too you know."

A light smirk passed Chantel's face, "maybe, we were destined to meet then."

Roman chuckled as he put an arm around her, "you're not going anywhere, with anyone, sweetheart."

"I didn't know Roman Godfrey was the jealous type," she teased.

"With you, always." He mentioned.

She smiled to herself: there was something about him she couldn't explain maybe, it's the way he laugh or maybe, it's the way he'd stare at her even when he's supposed to do something else or maybe, it's the way he gets her even though he didn't do anything to make her feel this way.