Chapter Forty.Nicholas's POV.The moment I got here, I have tapped my presence into Olivia's head, and we can now communicate without having to talk to each other physically. I have also tapped into Anastasia's mind, but she doesn't know. The moment I did just that, my monster flows into her. From the anger my monster and I are feeling, our feelings have gotten amplified. By the way, it has been a long time, a very long one, since I have a reason to use nature's abilities. I have usually loved to depend on my monstrous abilities, which are the Vampires abilities, such as fighting with my agility: fangs, strong-ness, claws and wit. However, tonight, I got so pissed that I ripped into using my other abilities of being able to lift things with my mind. It feels good to bring the full powers of mine back and because of it, I am able to bend these Hunters to my will.With my hands spread out, I gnash my fangs, "kneel!" And they dare not disobey that other. Their training may have been on

Chapter Forty Two.Nicholas's POV.I am standing in front of a mirror in my room. I am positioned in a manner that seemed as though I am looking outside, but instead, I am locked inside my mind. Since last night, my anger has faded, although, not completely, but enough to make me think things through. I have done things that I do not see myself, wanting to talk about as of the moment, as thus is the reason why I have shunned Kira since last night. I have done something to Anastasia that I am not proud of, and normally, it is a thing I would have no regret for. However, she is different, as she is my mate, hence why I would never forget myself when the symptoms begin, when the pain that follows begins. I haven't talked with Hillary since this new day. The sun is high up in the sky. He has been trying to reach me, but I am glad that he doesn't press my forcing my mind to open up to him. He is so understandable and cultured in most things that he figures I do not want to talk to anyone

Chapter Forty Four.(Unedited)Anastasia's POV.Nicholas and I haven't talked for the past fifteen minutes, I assume. I have my eyes centered on the pasta, waiting for the water to dry, since Nicholas has added too much water, at first, I supposed it won't be as edible as it should be. I know he is behind me, but I do not want to turn to look at me. I feel as though there's a fire placed behind me, not hurting, but calling to me; it is as though, his eyes cause that needing burn. It is about another five minutes later when I begin to dish our plates. He's taken his seat, and for some reasons, my subconscious is screaming, "wife-y," at me as I pass him his drink after. I am smiling, hard, and take my seat next to him. Since the small table is circular, there's no actual head seat. With his figure, being so close to me, I could almost feel his elbow, touching mine. I am so glad he cannot read my mind, or I would be doomed with embarrassment. "Anastasia," Nicholas calls. When I look

Chapter Forty Six.Nicholas's POV.Anastasia makes me endure things that normally I would not. Like, for example, I have been listening to her tell me about the first part of the movie, which is something, if another human or even a Vampire, for example, one like Cornelius was doing, I'd have shunned them or manipulate their minds to see me still interested in listening when I am not. I may not even be there anymore, but create an illusion in their minds to think I still am. Speaking of Cornelius, that dude is a confused fellow to himself and a confusing one to people around him. You wouldn't imagine an uncultured creature such as him could find delight in human movies. If I remember correctly, that is the only thing he sees humanity useful for, and again, it all boils to his entertainment.We arrive at the Cinema house. Getting down from the car, I hurry to the other side and get Anastasia open her door. "I can do that by myself, you know. But thank you." She tells me with delight

Chapter Forty Eight. Aaron's POV.The crowd have left now. The room is much more silent now. I am still staring at Cole Hunter, as he is staring back at me. He scoffs, suddenly, breaking the eye contact. As he goes to the table, his hands trailing the solidity of the long meeting table, he states, "would you like some drunk, Nicholas?" His eyes meet mine. I have a stern face worn on. "Oh, you don't want me to call you by your name?" There's a stiff moment of silence, forced to be cursed with great tension and then, I chuckle, "Oh, Cole Hunter, you seem to be acting like the Old man which your appearance projects." I say and for the first time since I've been in this room, my legs touch the ground. I take a seat on one of the many seats. Cole Hunter, on the other hand, goes to sit at the head chair. He is now pouring himself a drink. "And again, I ask. Would you like one?" "Yes, of course. The sun this afternoon was harsh, anyway, which I'm sure your men can be a witness of." I s