The headache within Lucien's head didn't die even as he abruptly exited out of the castle and stepped back into the harsh sunlight of the desert. The sunlight was harsh today, burning his pale skin as he made his way across the tribal grounds.

The anger burning within him could have awakened a thousand demons inside of him that were just dying to break free from the restrictive walls Lucien had built up a long time ago.

It was a type of anger he had never experience before, true and burning deep within his bones and crushing underneath his heart until every single inch of his body felt as if it was ready to catch on fire.

The words Rheynoak had said about Venix had pushed him to a dangerously close edge he didn't want to jump off of. Even her name slipping out of his lips was enough for his whole entire body to be alert.

Usually, the tribe leader's sly comments never bothered him as he chose to ignore it and move on. Rheynoak fed off his reactions, using them to feed his ego and honestly, the Hell Siphon himself didn't want to deal with that type of nonsense.

He was usually quiet, dormant and alert.

But not when it came to Venix. Not when it ever came to that devilish violet-eyed beast that seemed to quicken his heartbeat every time their eyes met.

Shaking his head, Lucien buried his fingers in his hair, pushing back locks of bone-white hair that blocked his vision. Several members of the tribe brushed past him, sending him smiles when their eyes met his. He mustered up the gut to return back the smiles even though in his soul, he was as dead as he could be.

He's known her ever since she came to the campgrounds when she was around ten years old. He still remembered, the girl with white hair and sparkling violet eyes that everyone seemed to be afraid of.

He wasn't really around during that time as he was too busy completing the back-breaking missions Rheynoak would send him on. The only time he would really converse with her back then was in the dining hall and during training sessions and even then, their conversations consisted of three to five words.

He knew she didn't spend much of her time at the camp either since she was sent off to fight in a war when she was thirteen. She was gone for two years, the tribe leader occasionally receiving letters from her that restored the fact that was actually alive in Lucien's head.

Two years, she was gone. Two years and the Hell Siphon never once thought about the violet-eyed BloodBone Witch. In the two years she was gone, he never once sat down and fully thought about Venix Draywin.

Yet when she returned back from the war, seemingly alive and not that scarred, his eyes never strayed from her since the first moment he laid eyes on her. Somehow within the two years, she was gone, she had changed into someone whose magnetic aura pulled him in

He himself knew it wasn't right to crush so hard on just one girl. He could have diverted his attention, his affection for someone else that he actually had a chance with. But the years grew and so did his infatuation, creating something he couldn't get rid of.

"If only the heart could talk" he whispered to himself, brushing his fingers through his hair once again. All the thinking he had done had seemed to get dilute his anger but stray his attention from reality.

Somehow, he ended up standing next to the tall brass gates that separated the tribal grounds from the rest of the desert, the sand dunes on the other side seeming more majestic with each passing second.

His hand wrapped around one of the metal rods of the gate he had helped Rheynoak create, the skin of his palm rubbing against the rough, jagged exterior. The metal rod sparked, only small enough for him to see and the Hell Siphon frowned.

The gate wasn't supposed to do that. It was partially made with his magic so it shouldn't have had some sort of strange reaction when he touched it. Lucien let go, his fingers curling into his palms before trying once again.

This time when his hand touched the gate, it burned the skin of his palms, tiny sparks flying as a clear pain cut into his skin. Hissing, he pulled away quickly, diverting his gaze down to the deep scar the tore across his skin.

"Sorry, I didn't see you there" a familiar voice spoke behind me, catching his attention. Confused, he turned around to see Venix perched on top of one of the boulders, a spell book sitting in her lap.

She casted him a wary smile, indicating to the book that rested on her lap. "I have been trying a few spells to gain some control in my power" she explained, flipping through the pages of the book. "But most of them seem to crave human blood in order for the spell to work. This spell was one out of the million that didn't need human blood."

"And what was the spell exactly?" he asked, making his way over to her. "Try to kill Lucien Northorn?" He concentrated his gaze on his palm, his eyes not meetings even as he stood close. A soft laughter escaped the BloodbBone's lips, her eyes sparkling. "If only it was" she replied back.

"I was trying to neutralize the magic in the gate" she explained, closing the book in her lap. "But when you touched it, it combined with the magic of the spell and complicated the process."

Gently, the BloodBone leaned in, the tips of her fingers brushing against the soft skin of his palm. Long white hair covered the beauty of her face, her lips twisted in a frown as her eyes gazed upon the scar that was already beginning to heal itself.

Her cold fingers whispered past the edge of the scar, a light pressure applied in her touch. Try as he might, Lucien couldn't deny the pain that ripped through his body when she touched it. A painful his left his lips.

"I'm sorry" she whispered to him, cupping his injured hand with her own. "Next time I'll make sure to keep you out of harm's way when I am practicing my magic." The promise was said in a whisper, her voice light and faint.

But when their eyes rose to meet each other, Lucien felt a magnetic pull and the strange pattering of his heart hammering against his ribcage. The dark violet hues of her eyes intrigued him yet he was too scared to actually look beyond their color.

Venix herself didn't know what to do. Her fingers gently wrapped around the scar, knowing it would take quite a while before the wound would actually heal and performed a quick spell.

Yet the spell was only a distraction to hide the way her blood rushed through her body in quick paces the more she kept holding his hand, the way her hands were cold all over yet her face burned like the desert sun.

And when she pulled her hand away, the scar was gone, like it never happened. Lucien breathed a sigh of relief, casting his eyes towards the healed flesh the covered the ugly scars underneath. "Thank you" he uttered to the Witch.

She nodded, her fingers still lingering on the back of his hand. "Just did what I had to do" she uttered, finally withdrawing her fingers away from his hand. Her touch left a magnetic feeling he couldn't describe, his fingers tingling as if they were about to be set on fire.

"So where is Rheynoak?" Venix asked, looking around the premises of the tribe lands. "I thought he, out of all people, would want to assign more back breaking training exercises." Several dedicated followers wandered around in their training clothes, most of them sweating with their hair stuck to their foreheads like glue and the sweat sliding off their skin like sparkling water.

The mention of the tribe leader's name brought a frown to the Hell Siphon's lips, the whisper of his cruel words ringing inside his mind until it became a taunting echo he couldn't bear to listen to. His fingers were shaking as he ran then through his white hair as if his own nails could pierce into his scalp and dig his depressing thoughts out of his mind.

If only that could happen.

"Actually, there is no more training this afternoon" he informed the BloodBone, earning a puzzled look. She turned around, her bone-white hair slapping across her face as she raised her brows.

A scoff left her lips, her head shaking. "The great Rheynoak is missing an opportunity to torture us all?" she boasted in a rather dramatic voice, her tone carrying what was suppose to be dry humor. "Stake me now, I must be in a wonderfully cruel dream."

The Hell Siphon couldn't help the laugh that escaped his lips despite his crappy mood. Her violet eyes sparkled at him as she smiled at his laugh, a lovely hue of rose coating her pale cheeks. He watched her truly through his laugh, examining how she ducked her gaze down to her flexing fingers.

"When did you become so funny?" he asked once his laughter died down. Another dry laugh escaped her lips, violet eyes sliding over to meet his ice blue orbs once again. A smirk twisted on the BloodBone's lips.

"When did I ever stop?" she asked. He let her question hang in the air unanswered, a burning embarrassment taking over his face in colors of a sunset and a rose.

Another silence was shared between the two magic beings, their eyes looking anywhere but at each other. The BloodBone Witch allowed herself to pick at the dirt underneath her sharp iron nails, flicking out pieces of dried flesh, blood and meat from underneath her skin.

The Hell Siphon did anything but watch her, letting his eyes pass by several members of the tribe, some of them even flashing him smiles when they locked eyes with him.

He returned them halfheartedly, feeling the empty space in his heart ache once again.

When what felt like an eternity had passed by, Venix slid off the rocks, taking her book and tucking it underneath her arm. Lucien noticed her change in position, pushing himself off the rocks as he walked to keep up with her pace.

"So, have you done any more research about what we discovered a few days ago?" she asked, keeping her voice low and almost inaudible but Lucien's heightened hearing was able to pick up on her words.

A sigh escaped his lips. How could he forget? Ever since discovering that the three books aligned to form a picture of the Catalyst Moon, ancient symbols have been turning around in his mind until they practically cluttered his thoughts. Not a single second passed by without him thinking about those ancient words, those pictures of the dark moon.

He himself had thought that the gods had destroyed the Catalyst Moon a long time ago when the Dark Ages Era was beginning to spread out into every kingdom. He thought that damned moon had been blown into nothing but stars and dust and echoes that evaporated into the sky.

He thought it was gone.

But once his eyes made contact with the half drawing of the Catalyst Moon, he knew that every single knowledge that has been embedded into his mind was about to take a sinister and dark turn.

"Not really" he muttered back to her, keeping his head low and his hands in his pocket as the two walked among the grounds of the desert. "I have been thinking about it and it just doesn't make any sense."

"Why wouldn't it make any sense?" Venix asked in response, running her fingers through her hair. Initially, he answered her with a shrug, the numerous explanation still intertwining inside his head.

"Because it doesn't add up Venix" he answered back to her, taking one of his hand out of his pocket to brush it through his hair once again. "The Catalyst Moon, the witch engravings, a forbidden species, this whole mission" he listed with a frustrated tone, shaking his head at every word that escaped his mouth. "It doesn't make a damn sense!"

Several eyes stopped to stare at the raging Hell Siphon, whispering false rumors as they went by. Lucien paid them no mind, now using both of his hands to brush his hair back once again. The blood underneath his skin was a raging fire, running wild and free with his anger until he felt like a volcano ready to explode.

Another sigh escaped his lips. "It just doesn't make a damn sense."

Venix listened carefully, her eyes watching the Hell Siphon with intriguement and sorrow as they neared her hut. The feeling of uncertainty wasn't unfamiliar to her, her lips twisting into a frown as that overbearing emotion stabbed her once in the heart, just a taste to remind her how it felt.

"Okay, just calm down" she whispered to him, keeping her gaze on him as they finally reached the door that led to her tiny hut. The Hell Siphon leaned against the walls of her fragile shelter, his fingers locked with his hair. "We can figure this out."

A scoff - almost mocking her - escaped his lips, his head shaking when she said those words. Though his eyes didn't rise to meet hers, his voice was soft, so broken when he whispered to her, "How? Everything is turning out to be lies upon lies. Why wasn't the Catalyst Moon destroyed? What is Rheynoak hiding? Why weren't Mind Siphons supposed to exist? Why is this Alesandria girl so important and why did Rheynoak choose Onyx to go on a mission out of all the people he could have chosen?"

"You suggested it to Rheynoak that he should call upon Onyx to go on the mission" she reminded him through locked, sharpened teeth. "I bet he wasn't even thinking about her name until you said it." That day, she remembered that day so clearly. How she spat hateful words at his helpless figure and how her hand burned when it made contact with his skin in a painful sensation.

How his words cut through her skin like wind and knives and how he picked out parts of her life and stabbed her in the heart with each and every single of one them. How she crumbled outside the door when it was all over and the feeling of emptiness and loneliness overtook her.

Lucien picked his head up, his icy blue gaze meeting hers. The BloodBone stared at the Hell Siphon, once again admiring how beautifully complex his eyes were, how they shielded themselves from telling the truth, from exposing the truth.

Something sparkled within his eyes, not tears but a light further beyond than she could ever imagine. His lips were pulled into a straight line, his jaw tightened and his hands unknotting themselves from his hair. The BloodBone watched him with every move.

His actions spoke stone cold but his eyes revealed a terrifying depth and warmth she was too hesitant to explore.

"I told you. I am his right-hand man. I basically have no power next to him. I am just an accessory" he reminded her, holding her gaze. He took a step closer, lessening the gap between them. The BloodBone watched his steps, telling herself to stay where she was even though her heart felt as if it was one second away from exploding into stars and darkness.

His next words were barely a whisper, his voice so close to her face, "He could have denied my suggestion, thrown it underneath the rug, stomped on it and moved on. He really could have." Another pause before he continued, "But he didn't. He went along with my suggestion, believing me to think he was thinking of sending Onyx on the mission. He just needed somebody to say it."

Another step and Lucien was standing directly in front of Venix's face, his breaths hitting her skin like a kiss from the wind. Her breath stuttered out of her lips, her eyes holding his gaze as the space between them seemed to become nonexistence. Something was hidden beyond his eyes, a complexity she couldn't figure out but it intrigued her, pulled her in.

"Why?" He questioned her with that one word. That one word that taunted her throughout her childhood. That one word she had always asked the rain and the sun and everything in between but never seemed to get a clear answer. That one word that would forever remain a mystery. "Why?"

With each question he asked, every possible answer fluttered within Venix's mind, some made up of lies of her own and others bearing truths that she wasn't ready to consider. She heard the frustration and impatience within the Hell Siphon's voice, saw the painful yet intrigued expression that was written across his beautiful face, sensed how he was crumbling with every lie he heard or saw.

She felt it all, she knew how it felt to feel lost, hopeless. And more than anything at that moment, she wished she could tell him that.

But his kind of lost and hopelessness was different from hers. He has been so blinded by everything, by lies spurred from thin air to cover the truth that he didn't know to handle anything when the truth finally showed its true colors.

Gulping, Venix cleared her throat, not focusing on how dangerously close they were. "I want to know more about the Catalyst Moon" she informed Lucien, capturing his attention. "I have heard rumors about it but I have never come upon a clear solution."

A groan left his lips, his head shaking once in despair. "Yeah, it's been a rumor for quite a while now" he retorted back to her, the scowl from earlier returning to his lips. "Even someone as old as me doesn't know the truth to the full story."

Curiosity twinkled within the BloodBone's eyes. "How old are you exactly?" she asked, smirking as she questioned him. "Because you look like you are in your twenties."

Somewhere between the mist and fog in his unclear blue eyes that seemed to search anywhere and everywhere but her soul, he smiled brightly, humor brightening his face. "Hell Siphons stop aging once they hit twenty years old" he informed her, simply shrugging. "Our blood reaches full immortality by then."

"Oh, so you could be fifty or a hundred or a thousand years old?" she question, twirling the words around and sprinkling it with little hints of tease that coated her voice. Lucien laughed once again, shaking his head. "I am very, very old but my good looks always helps me blend in and not to mention, attract the ladies."

A sarcastic laugh crawled out of the BloodBone's lips, stuttering as it flew out of her lips. "Okay, all powerful Hell Siphon" she mocked in a sarcastic, deep tone. "Whatever you say to keep yourself young, grandpa."

"Not funny!" Another laugh escaped his lips, his worries seeming to have temporarily been pushed back to the back of his mind. The BloodBone only rolled her eyes once again, pushing back locks of her hair that fell on her glowing face. "A little funny" she retorted back, flashing her sharp canines.

Lucien shared a laugh with her, shaking his head at the nonsense jokes that seemed to twine themselves into his heart and lighten his mood once again. "I'll go to the reading hall and do more research on the Catalyst Moon" he informed her between laughter. "Maybe, just maybe I'll find something there."

"Being optimistic I see" Venix teased, her smirk growing wider. "Well, how about you come to my hut again at midnight and we can keep on searching, keep on looking for anything we might have missed."

It wasn't really a suggestion, more of a demand and Lucien knew that. He didn't protest nor put in his own opinion. He has been demanded to do things many times in his life, has been used as a pawn in many people's games.

Yet when Venix demanded him to do something, he didn't mind. It always sounded like no matter what she demanded him to do, there was still an open option for him to deny.

"Of course" he whispered to her in a breathy reply, his fingers brushing against hers. The Hell Siphon could have sworn he heard her voice hitch in her throat, they way her violet eyes sprung to life when their fingers met, flesh to flesh.

Her touch was smooth against his fingers just as his touch was delicate against hers, whispering against her knuckles in even strokes that spoke only innocence. Violet and blue eyes never broke apart, the space between them suffocating as she allowed her fingers to dance around his, every single touch of her fingers dancing around the back of his hand sending an electrifying spark that ran through his entire body.

For one moment, everything seemed calm...peaceful and dormant. Electrifying sparks bit at both of their fingers, an exciting energy that stabbed both of them painfully on their fingers. Lucien hissed in pain, pulling away as he held his fingers in his other hand. Venix did the same, shaking her hand to shake off the painful electrical static in her hand.

"What in the bloody maggots was-"

"I have no idea" Lucien cut her off before she got to finish her question. He casted his gaze down to his fingers, seeing nothing blistered and broken or bleeding, just flesh upon bone. Yet his fingers still shook, that static feeling running up in his veins.

"I have to go to the Reading Hall" the Hell Siphon informed her, taking a few steps away from her, the space between them growing. Venix nodded, shaking her hand even as she used her other hand to open the door to her hut. It creaked open, revealing only a slither of the interior.

"Of course. Remember, midnight" she reminded him, taking one step into her shelter. He nodded even as he began to walk away, his white hair blowing into his face. "I won't forget. I promise."

She nodded, taking another step into her hut as Lucien turned around, breaking his gaze from her tall figure as he headed towards the Reading Hall which was on the other side of the tribe grounds.

But as he walked away, he heard the faint mention of his name, a voice calling him back. So he turned around to see Venix, her head slightly poking out of her door. "Stay safe Lucien."

A laugh left his lips, his head ducking low. "That's supposed to be my line" he shouted back to her. She rolled her eyes, a smile pulling on her lips. "Just take the fucking advice" was all she said, humor laced within her voice.

Through his pain and unclear thoughts, he managed to smile back at her, shaking his head. "Stay alive, Venix."

And then he was gone, his back facing her and the wind and his feet running to the Reading Hall, questions and unclear answers running through his cluttered mind. 

Out of all the books, it was filled with, stacked high on top of each other on shelves created to hold such wonderful knowledge, not one of them could tell him a decent history on The Catalyst Moon.

A frustrated Lucien Northorn growled deep within his chest. Fumbling with the current book in his hand, a midnight blue book with gold lettering that read 'Moon and Stars', he slammed it shut before shoving it back on its rightful place on the shelf.

He buried his fingers in his long hair, tugging on the ends of his hair as he collapsed against the shelves, harsh breaths escaping his lips. He was losing it, driving himself crazy and chasing a mystery that led to answers he wasn't sure he wanted to know.

Ever since finding out that those three books were connected together to form a picture of The Catalyst Moon, his mind has been flipping with too many thoughts.

Every single second, a new idea popped into his mind and he would ponder on it so long, it seemed as if the idea was practically suffocating him until he gave up. Every single second of the day, he was driving himself crazy over all of this.

And he was losing his sanity bit by bit.

Huffing, he kicked the shelves roughly, his cheeks lit with the color of fire and lava. His blue eyes scanned the Reading Hall, only seeing a few followers that were actually interested in the words that were written in front of them.

The rest lounged in chairs, gossiping and whispering in each other's ears.

Shaking his head and deciding to return back to Venix empty handed, he pushed himself off the shelf and began to walk out of the aisle of books and back out those double doors. His footsteps were heavy, scuffing against the carpet as he took a sharp turn.

A figure, small with books in her hand flashed by his eyes and before he knew it, her books were scattered on the floor and the girl was crouching down to pick up her dropped stuff.

Immediately, a wave of guilt washed over the Hell Siphon and he proceeded to bend down and help the girl pick up her books. "I'm so sorry" he muttered to the girl, gathering the rest of her books in his hands. "I blame my terrible eyesight."

A laugh escaped out of the girl, darkly tanned hands reaching out to grab the books from his hands. "Really? Because Hell Siphons have amazing eyesight" she retorted back, her voice soft and calm. "Sharp as a sword."

Lucien laughed, his eyes raising up to meet the calm gray eyes of Iresil, the only Elementalist in Rheynoak's tribe. She always seemed to have an alluring demure about her, her pretty face always a pleasure to see. The Hell Siphon never really looked anywhere past her face, only seeing her midnight blue short hair and a shy smile.

"You seem to be in a hurry? What's wrong?" she asked, clutching the books close to her chest. A groan left his lips, the painful reminder that he didn't find what he needed to find stabbing his heart. "You know, you would think the Reading Hall would contain some of the most precious books in all of Asxairo" he said to her, walking with her pace as they wandered around.

Another laugh escaped her lips, slim fingers raking through her short cropped hair. "Let me guess...you couldn't find the book you were looking for."

"Bloody maggots! I can't find anything I am looking for in here!" he exclaimed in a rather loud and frustrated whisper, his fingers pulling at his hair, "It a Reading Hall For star's sake! The book I am looking for should be here."

Others in the Reading Hall turned to look at the bewildered Hell Siphon, confused looks crossing their eyes and Iresil sighed, smiling slightly. Darting her gaze across the room to make sure no one was paying exact attention, she wrapped her hand around the Hell Siphon's wrist and pulled him into a dark aisle near her.

Lucien stumbled on his feet a bit but managed to keep up, meeting her eyes again when she turned around. "What are you looking for exactly?' she asked, her voice low and audible only for him. "Because I might be able to help."

The Hell Siphon raised an eyebrow in surprise at this new information, staring at her face with complete intruigment. "Seriously?" he asked, raking his fingers through his hair and leaning against one of the shelves.

She nodded once more. "Yeah. Elementalists are one of the oldest, most intelligent immortals. We have been around since the creation of Asxairo" she said in a rather proud tone, holding her head up high. "I can tell you whatever you need to know."

A laugh threatened to slip out of Lucien's lips but he kept it in, clearing his throat. "Do you know anything about The Catalyst Moon?" he asked in a low whisper. "Anything at all?"

"I know everything about The Catalyst Moon" she reassured, nodding at him. "I can tell you everything you need to know" she said, walking towards another aisle. The Hell Siphon pushed himself off the shelf, shoving his hands in his pockets before following her behind, his shadow towering of hers.

"Yeah totally" he muttered back to her, slowing down his pace to match hers. "Can you meet me by Venix's hut tonight?" You can tell me everything there."

Iresil stopped walking, turning around to meet his gaze. Lucien scrunched his eyebrows, confused as to why they stopped walking. Tilting her head to get a better angle of the Hell Siphon, she shamelessly shook her head.

"Venix" she questioned, her tone a little grittier than it usually was. "As in Venix Draywin. BloodBone Witch, skull crushing Venix Draywin." Another huff escaped her lips. "I guess the rumors are true about you two being involved."

A scarlet hue crawled up on the Hell Siphon's cheeks, burning up his skin as he simply smiled. Of course, there would be rumors going around. The followers would gossip and stretch out any little piece of information they had.

He didn't know why people speculated him and Venix to be more than just acquaintances. Yes, he couldn't deny that he was attracted to her and that every single time he was around her, his heart swelled a little. But she never showed any signs of being interested in him and they weren't always together.

"Venix is an acquaintance. A tolerable friend at the most" he replied in a dry tone, shaking his head at her. "There is no way in a thousand years we would ever be involved with each other."

And he definitely knew that when he said a thousand years, it would be a thousand years.

A fire, a hint of a challenge burned in Iresil's eyes, her fingers curling deep into one of the hardcover books. "But you are interested in her?" she pressed on, her lips pulling into a thin straight line.

Interested? Stars and Gods no, it was more than that. Interest was a mere summarization of what his heart did, what his mind thought of when he was around her. It couldn't describe the way his fingers itched to reach out and run them through her hair or graze past her cheeks.

"She's a...special girl" Lucien replied back, doing his best to neither confirm or deny. "Venix Draywin is a very special girl."

Iresil only nodded, a smile nudging on her lips. Her gray eyes held his gaze, practically burning through his soul and seeing through all his little, white lies.

And some bigger, deeper lies too.

"Well, I'll meet you by her hut if that is what you want" she said, smiling at him once more, her tone hinted with a bit of tease. "I'll tell you everything you need to know."

Lucien nodded his head once more, a smile pulling at his lips. "Thank you so much" he uttered to her, nodding his head. "I was one second away from losing my mind over this" he uttered to her.

Iresil laughed once again, loosening her grip on the books. "Anything for you Lucien" she uttered to him in a soft voice, her gray eyes winking at him. He smiled at her once more, his eyes catching sight of the slight red that coated her cheeks.

"In the meantime though" she suggested, casting her gaze down to the books. "I need to rearrange these books on the shelves and I think you would be able to help me."

"How come?" he asked, reaching over and picking up one book off the stack of books she had in her hand. It was gold with silver lettering written in a different language, cold to the touch. "Because of my vast knowledge I have gained over the years."

Iresil laughed again, shaking her head as she walked over to one of the shelves. "That and you just might be the only one that is tall enough to reach the top shelves" she said, casting her gaze upward to the tall shelves.

Lucien simply laughed, his eyes gleaming as a wicked grin spread on his lips. Walking over to the shelves, he took the books from her hand. "I just may be."

A/N: And that is the end of another chapter!

SO MUCH VENIX AND LUCIEN SCENES!! MY HEART IS GOING TO EXPLODE OF HAPPINESS!

I can't help it. They are really cute and awkward together when they want to be and they are not raging murders with a hit list *cough* Venix *cough*

But as far as this chapter goes, it's only a build up to what is going to be revealed in the next chapter and fireworks are going to go up...or you will probably kill me.

Whichever one comes first...but if you do decide to kill me *holds up book* not yet, just let me finish the book then you can seek your revenge for all the plot-twist!

But I have a question for you guys. If you could suggest a song to describe both Venix and Lucien, what would it be? I am curious to know! 

Thank you guys for all your constant support. It means so much to me that you enjoy this book. I enjoy writing it and to hear your feedback always makes my day!

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Until next time Lovelies!

With love, May