"Where is she?" Zillon asked as soon as he returned home. Liam and Fredd looked away from the TV and gave him a guilty look. "She fell asleep, not sure if she's awake now, but her mood will be sour...in fact since you're here, we're leaving.""What did you guys do to get her to sleep?""Well you know, nothing out of the ordinary...we just told her she was fat and...and ugly...""What?""You told us to stop her from eating, that's the only thing we could come up with..."Zillon pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm not even going to argue or complain, it's my fault for asking idiots for a favour. Go before I strangle you both..."Liam and Fredd nodded and quickly walked out of the living room. Zillon glared at them until they disappeared out of his line of vision before walking up the stairs. He entered his room, finding Celeste asleep on their bed.They had renovated her room, filled it up with things for their

"Hey, do you think Celia will ever come back, I know she's alive or rather that's what I keep telling myself...but when will she come back? We were enemies for more than five years and when the issue between us finally resolved, she left? I don't understand it, I want to, but I can't. Do you think she's with her mate; with Xavier?"Zillon rubbed his eyes and looked over at Celeste, another month had passed and though she had seemed okay throughout it all, he knew she wasn't...but now he was glad that she was opening up about this topic once again. "I thought we were over this, Kitten...but since we're apparently not, I'm glad you woke me up, what time is it by the way?""About 3... In the morning." Celeste grumbled, staring up at him with those sad blue eyes."I don't know where she is, but you said it before, you said she always had a reason for doing things, you said that whatever it is that she does...it was always to benefit her. Trust her, Celeste... she probably left in order to

Zillon hesitantly patted the tombstone he stood before, fingers shaking. He didn't want to be here or rather, he was afraid to be...Beside him, his mother stood and behind them were Celeste and the kids...they were three years old now and somehow, Celeste had got them into practically forcing him to come here.'Grandpa...' they had said, that evil, little smile smothered across their face. He really didn't know how such devils slipped from an angel's womb and he would never know.These kids were cute and funny, but they were hard to control. They ran around the house as though it was a track field and threw his ornaments as though they were balls. Sometimes he wished he could throw them out, but then he remembered that they were his kids and moreover, he was the one who spoiled them.They weren't fond of listening to Celeste either and the only way they'd listen to him was if he got all serious...even now they were running around for no god damn reason.Zillon glared back at them, bu