"Tell me something I don't know about you."

Asher thinks for a moment. "Okay, ask me a question, but for every question you ask me I get to ask you one."

I nod. His rules are fair and I feel like I could tell him anything. "Favourite colour?"

He grins at me like he knows something I don't and answers without hesitation. "Purple. I think most of the beautiful things in world are purple."

I nod despite me disagreeing. Purple is a beautiful colour but I can't say I see plenty of beautiful things that pacific colour apart from flowers.

"What's yours?"

My favourite colour changes a lot depending my mood or my surroundings. "Black." I answer after a couple of moments of thought. "I don't even know why. I guess it's the simplicity of the colour, like the fact you can't make black lighter without making it another colour and you can't make it darker because black is the darkest colour out there."
I shrug.

I think for a while longer before asking another question. It isn't necessary about him but my curiosity is always getting the best of me. "What's a MirrorGlass?"

"Oh. That? You know the fairy tale about Snow White and the seven dwarfs? Well, they did actually exist as well as the Evil Queen. To get rid of her evil magic, Snow White and the Dwarfs had to smash her mirror – you know, the one on the wall? – and burry the pieces across the world. Thousands of years later the pieces were found and made into small curricular mirrors. Not everyone here uses them, mostly guardians and the Black Blooded really. Anyways, with the mirror you can talk – and see, if you wish – with another person of choice. All you have to do is say 'MirrorGlass, I wish to see the person of my hearts desire—' then say your desired persons name and vuola! If the other person has a MirrorGlass it should vibrate and shine brightly. Kind of like FaceTime or Skype if you ask me." He shrugs.

All I can think is; I want one.

"If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you go?"

"The mountains. And I mean like proper mountains, like the ones you see in photos, with all the snow and the ice. I mean, it must be so magical up there..." I drift off on the thought.

Asher probably thinks I'm crazy at this precise moment in time, but then he nods as if understanding what I mean. "Why do you smell of smoke?" I ask after a brief moment of silence. He doesn't look like a person who would smoke and most importantly; when we kissed he didn't taste like it either.

"Well, I don't smoke if that's what you were thinking." Knew it. "You know when I got angry the other day and my hair turned into fire?" I nod, "Well most of the time when I get really angry, upset or stressed, my hair turns to fire. Plus fire is one of the things I can control and manipulate. Thus why I smell of smoke."

Asher is grinning at me, the grin that I love that show all his teeth and make his eyes go smaller. But then it vanishes and an anxious look over takes his features. "You like it don't you?"

I look at him in confusion.

"The smell?"

I would of laughed and took it as a joke if it wasn't for the serious look on Asher's face. He is genuinely worried that I didn't like the smell of him?

"Erm, yes?"

Asher looks like he is in pain. "Oh no! I knew I should of wore more cologne..."

"No, seriously, I like it." In fact I love Asher's smell. It's weird to see the Prince of Hell all self insecure and worried.

His face relaxes and a small smile forms on his lips and then suddenly, the dishes are gone and there is zero space in between us. He moves his body so he's facing towards me and leans forward do his mouth is by my ear. I can feel his hot breath on my earlobe and I shiver. He bites playfully on it and I gasp, enjoying the sensational feeling. Then I hear him breath in and he whispers; "Good because I like your smell too. Berries and lemons."

***

After finishing the delectable tiramisu, Asher transported us back in his magical door.

I walk into the grand bathroom connected to my room at the Hell's Household. I can never get past how beautiful and extravagant it is but I shouldn't be surprised, as everything else here is just like it including the people.

Even though my room was white, the bathroom was full of dark colours.

The bathroom itself is as big as the room with it and trust me when I say my bedroom was big, bigger than my living room at home. The toilet is black with small realistic stars painted on it and the bath and shower are separate unlike at my own house. The bath is circular and where as the outside is ruby red the inside is black.

The shower head is bigger than the average one and when turned on sprays hot heavy droplets of water. There is a seat inside the shower which is a dusty coal black. Although it looks rough and hard, it is surprisingly smooth and soft.

All in all the bathroom looks like it belongs in a display room in a museum, especially with it's gold toilet flush.

As I wrap the fluffy white towel around me, I hear a knock on the door. "Who is it?"

"It's me, Asher. Your dads here."

Just the sound of his voice makes me smile. "Coming!" I call.

My dad had gone back home a while after I threw up in the flower vase with the promise to visit. I miss my dad terribly but I am happy to be here with Asher.

I dry myself quickly and choose what to wear for the day. Thea had gotten my bags and bags of clothes when we had left her at the city. To my relief, she wasn't upset about us leaving her and found her way back perfectly.

The first thing I see as I descend the grand staircase is my dad waiting at the very bottom. "Dad!" I run the rest of the way down and wrap my arms around him in a hug as soon as I can reach him. He responds to my hug straight away and I hear him chuckle.

"Didn't know you missed your old man that much, Scar."

The statement contradicts itself really. My dad looks young in the real world and even younger in the land of the Gold Blooded.

He pulls away from me slightly so he can look at me, and I see all traces of a smile have disappeared. "I have to talk to you."

***

My dad insisted that we go somewhere more private to talk, so I agree and we jump into the magical door. When we step out we aren't at home in our small kitchen, but on the ruth of a tall building. I can hear the cars zooming past and even see them as I stand close to the edge. I take a big step forward, disliking the distance between me and the edge.

My dad is standing in what looks like the middle of the ruth, more than a couple of steps away from me.

"Dad, what's going on?"

My dad has a grim expression on his face and I don't like it one bit. I now notice the bow and arrows strapped to his back with a thin sort of rope.

Without answering me my dad takes a step forward, as well as taking an arrow out from behind his back. "A while back, I met a woman with blonde hair and blue eyes. We quickly fell in love with each other, but someone came along and ruined it. The man claimed that she was his mate and they were born to be together, and as soon as they locked eyes with each other, I could see that the man spoke the truth. The man was powerful and I could not match his power and he knew that. I would of let her go if she had wanted to go with him, but she didn't. However the man did not care and proclaimed that he would take her whether she was willing or not. I refused saying I'd protect her, but the man threatened me, not with my own life but the girls, saying how he would torture her more than necessary if I tried to fight him. So I let him take her, and he forced her to marry him as well as bear his child."

The woman my father is talking about couldn't be my mum, she had brown hair and eyes. I think more carefully about it, remembering Asher say something about another couple who had been bound together by fate. I gasp leaves my mouth as the answer clicks in my brain. My dad chuckles, no humour in his voice. "Yes, it seems you have figured it out."

Asher's parents were the people in the story.

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Q: How do you fell about Scarlett's dads 'story time'?

I will probably be using the names of Asher's parents and Scarlett's dad in the next book more often so I have put a make shift key below.

Scarlett's dads name: Robbert (Rob)

Asher's mums name: Maria
Asher's dads name: Hayden (Hayds)

I hope that makes sense and isn't too confusing.

Also, sorry for the late update, I was busy on Friday and when I got home, I just forgot.

- sinfultruth