He drove us over to the Ulfric's place. We didn't talk for the whole time and I was feeling miserable, the lump in my throat grew as he continued to ignore me. He had said that we would be meeting everyone at the Ulfric's place because they had left ahead of us. I watched the tree lined road as we sped towards north and after what seemed like a hundred years with the hybrid who was currently ignoring me, he finally turned down a curve and onto a stone paved driveway which led to a very charming and cozy looking house modeled in redbricks, white rose trellises trailing down its walls and a homey feel to its surface. The house was big and even huge if one was to compare it to my own cottage. Devon got out of the car and I did the same, I walked ahead of him, not even bothering to acknowledge that he was with me. If he was going to ignore me then the least I could do was return the favour. "Nesta." He called out my name and my heart skipped a beat. Here we go again. I just couldn't

Devon straightened beside me. Silver is extremely harmful for werewolves, especially if injected into their bloodstream, it burns the blood vessels and causes a meltdown of internal organs. The brain stops functioning and renders the wolf incapable to breathe, arteries collapse and the heart shrinks if it survives the burns. Silver is a well known weakness of the wolves and is often used against them. ​It is banned in all the realms except the human realm."And you're telling me now?" I asked, scowling at the Ulfric. "I wanted to tell you but I got waylaid. I am telling you now. Find out who is responsible for these attacks. I am giving you one of my trusted warriors." He said. My eyes flared in anger and I took a few steps towards him before I felt Devon's hand on my wrist and stopped. "I don't need protection!" I hissed. "Of course you do, love." The Ulfric said and motioned for Liberty to go and stand beside me. "Since my nephew is also an agent and a very good one, I think he

Xavier’s POV:We all watched Nesta and Devon walk out of the room. Liberty sighed behind me and the sound made me straighten as I turned to face her. "I should get back to the castle." She murmured wearily. "How about you go home and take some rest?" I asked her, noticing the dark smudges under her eyes. She looked tired. I could tell she hadn't slept a wink since the Freki's death after the ball. "No, I can't. I have to get back to Raphael with what Nesta found out about the dart and-" "Shh, darling. You are going home and you are going to have a good rest, Raphael can wait till morning." I said to her, trying not to sound too pressing. She blinked at my face for a few seconds and then her shoulders loosened, a small tiny smile creeping up her lips transforming her whole face, my heart slammed into my chest at how lovely she looked just now, her moss green eyes flashed a little and then she straightened. "But I don't have a ride home." she mused as she turned away from me. "You

"We need a room." I said to the receptionist- a teenager as soon as I entered the motel. It was a shabby place with a dimly lit reception area, walls covered in torn brown wallpaper and shredded patches on the green carpet which also was marked by numerous black footprints leading in and out of the main door. "Look, we're all booked tonight and-”I snarled, making him sputter and stop altogether as I pointed my 9mm at his head. "Get me a room." I said more softly this time and watched as he stumbled out of his rickety old chair, throwing a key at my feet as he ran out of the front door. I sighed and picked up the keys, holding my gun in my hand as I exited the glass doors to bring Devon inside. I dragged him somehow up the stairs and into a dimly lit corridor which reeked of goblins, vampires and what not. I wrinkled my nose and tightened my arm around Devon's waist. "Let's just find our room." I murmured to the barely awake and standing Devon. He grunted and I quickly moved us

Nesta’s POV:I eyed the smooth golden of his skin as he raised his shirt to show me the now nonexistent 'cut'. It had healed completely and only smooth skin existed where an angry gaping wound was supposed to be. "Well, good to know that you're back to normal." I muttered as I walked beside him. He gave a soft laugh and turned to stare at me. "What?" I asked awkwardly as I felt his stare. "You're not wearing a shirt." He whispered. And suddenly I was much too aware of my state of nakedness. I blushed and looked away from him as we walked down the woods. "I wasn't wearing a shirt since last night." I snapped at him and he just stared back. "You were burning down my flesh with a stinging hot knife last night." He said and shrugged. I stopped and just looked down at my bare toes, my heart squeezed at that memory and what had happened afterwards, what he had revealed to me about himself and how he had pushed me away as I had tried to offer comfort. "I am sorry." I whispered, not