==Matteo==The doctor hadn't wasted time to come. She and Olivia were in the inner room. It'd been over ten minutes now, and none of them had made it out. I couldn't help but wonder if the rash was something serious. Of course, it looked hideous. It'd left her face looking crimson. Almost like a burn. Where could she have gotten the allergy from? Had she been outside again? That wasn't far from being a possibility. The damn girl couldn't heed to instructions. She never did. I sighed, running my fingers across my hair. Once I stopped the motion, a large portion of hair fell over my face. I shook it back. I had to get to the barber's. It was long overdue. The image of Olivia flashed before my eyes, and I winced. I was so perverse, so polluted that I'd pictured her naked when she in fact had on a towel. This was basically what I'd become. A lunatic. I sighed again, my lips forming a pout. This craze wasn't ending any time soon. I didn't think it would. The sound of the door squeaking

==Olivia== It takes a lot of trauma to make a person believe her captor means well for her. A saviour, if you may. That's Stockholm syndrome, in case you've forgotten…Stockholm… Was that what this was? Had I mistaken that for attraction? Love? So, all this while, I'd been sick in the head. What could I say though? I was...I was dimwitted. I'd been so intellectually incompetent that I hadn't seen the wrong in my feelings for Matteo. Or rather, I'd known that, but for some reason, I chose not to be bothered. For some fucking reason.It'd been confirmed. I was crazy. Not the good or funny kind of crazy, but the bothersome kind. The type that landed people in a mental institution. Staring blankly at the mirror, I brushed my hair. A plethora of emotions churned deep inside of me, all of which were negative. There was a part of me that couldn't make sense out of this whole thing. I mean, what I felt for Matteo was real. The emotions, they were strong. I knew how helter-skelter my heart

==Matteo==Work work work work. That had been my mantra for the past week. That was all I thought of. Consequently, there were no rooms for wishful thoughts, forbidden desires and of course the nightmares. What's more, my other self had gone on a long vacation—if not died. My mind was basically refreshed. However, something wrestled to remain stuck. Olivia and the thoughts she brought. Contrary to what one might believe, I hadn't been as lovestruck as I used to. Wait, did I just admit to… Fuck, shut up. Anyways, I wasn't all engrossed in her as I used to. I had gained control of my emotions, only letting thoughts about her seep in whenever I wanted such.We both hadn't seen each other since Dr. Joelle came—making it five days of non communication. I was cool with it now. I know so. I'd been frustrated with her not showing up for meals, but I'd come to realise that that was in fact in my favour. The girl just had something about her. I mean, I could summon her and she'd decide to clad

Andrea stepped onto the porch with a magazine in one hand and her phone in the other. She sat down flipped through the pages for a while and shut it close. She sighed. Her mind went back to the events that happened ealier. Two nights ago. An insane ruckus had broken out, rendering the entirety of Brookehurt barren. Even worse was the fact that Vintage hadn't been left out in the destruction. Her roommate, Yvonne had come home with all the gist and with photo evidence from her phone to support her claim. Andrea had been to the sorceress's, giving her a piece of her mind. Now, learning about the sad fate of Vintage only made her want to embrace The Master and whisper words of consolation to him. She'd seen the video footage, how fierce his wolf was. It was an instant turn on. She felt guilty for getting the arousal, but how could she stop it? There was no getting that. The same way there wasn't getting around the fact that The Master was a wolf! She'd been clueless all this time. Clue

==Matteo==I found myself in that usual space. The middle of nowhere in which the concept of time and logic were null and void. However, unlike other times, I wasn't encircled by darkness but rather bright blinding whiteness. I sat with my legs crossed on top of each other. I appeared to be floating because I couldn't feel my bum make an impact with any surface. I didn't look down to make sure of the fact. It wasn't necessary.Beside me in each side were nightmares. Two if my worst nightmares: Angela De La Crux and the one I didn't have a name for yet. A caricature of me. I wasn't actively staring at them. But my peripheral vison did the trick. Angela was staring at me while the other fixed his gaze on his toes. "I mean, the main winery's in Tuscany. Isn't it? This isn't the end of the world."I didn't speak. A long stretched silence settled in, Angela thought it wise to thaw the ice. "I sincerely apologise for the raid and the losses incurred."Indeed. "You're a seer, aren't you?