Arielle's POV  Strong arms pulled me away from the cold and the dark lonely woods, back to the warm-up safety of their embrace. I didn’t fight them because as much as I wanted to I wasn’t in a state to do so right now. It was more than the lack of energy that made me give up fighting it, it was the fear of being hurt by whoever it was, or worse, by myself, that made me stop fighting. That and the fact that my whole body felt numb and useless. I didn’t want to move, I wanted to stay in this perfect moment where nothing could hurt me and everything was calm. I couldn’t tell if I was still dreaming, I had to be dreaming but I couldn’t help but wonder why the woods had suddenly become my room, or why I felt warm inside, I know nightmares didn’t make anyone feel that way, I couldn’t tell if I was losing my mind. My eyes fluttered open slowly, just enough to look at who was

  Scar's POV Camille came out of Arielle's room looking drained and exhausted. Her ruffle bag hung around her neck firmly and she gave me a weak smile. “It is done” she announced and I let out a breath of relief I didn't know I was holding. Then she tugged at my hand and moved me down the hallway, looking around like she wanted to be sure nobody was close enough to hear what she was about to say to me. “Scar, it was nothing like Penelope's case” her strange black eyes were piercing mine. “I noticed” Of course, her nightmares were nothing like Penelope's own, it was crystal clear. “You don't get it Scar” her voice was firm causing my gaze that was somewhere else to jerk back to her face. “I saw darkness, I felt it, yes she is safe for now but I felt the energy,

  Scar's POV  I wasn't lying when I said I could smell her arousal and even if I was, the rubbing of her thighs would have given her away. I don't know what happened to me, not that I regret anything, I enjoyed every reaction on her face when my hand touched her, it made my member twitch. One thing was certain, I wanted Arielle -sexually. I wanted to taste her rosy lush lips, I needed to feel my hands on that beautiful golden skin, her firm breasts that had tempted me on one of those nights from her transparent nightie, I needed my hands to trace her waistline down to those abundant curves on her hips to her round buttcheeks . And if she was any indication, a certain part of my anatomy was ready to give itself over to hers in a matter of moments. But she ran away, maybe I scared her, or maybe she was surprised at her own body's reaction to me but the lust was evident in her eyes like it was in mine.The worst part wa

  Scar's POV  “Mother?” my eyes moved from my mother who was glaring daggers to the familiar redhead who was clutching onto her neck as if someone had slit her throat. “What is going on here?” I asked again since they both ignored me and continued staring at one another instead of giving up their silent battle.“Get her out of here” my mother's voice reeked of venom and malice. As she turned to my direction. It bothered me what Arielle was doing there. It was too obvious mother didn’t like her and I knew she wouldn’t go into mother’s room without permission. What was really going on here? What did I miss? “And you are dead for this” she threatened the girl in a tone that made clear that she wasn't done with her.For the first time since I saw her, the redhead had an unreadable expression, if she was scared, she

  Scar's POV Damn Arielle and her stupid curiosity! damn those stupid portraits and damn everybody including me. With the rage roaring inside of me, I grabbed those portraits, I shouldn't have kept them in the first place, and with a match stick I found on the table, I lit it and watched it burn. I took a deep breath to calm myself down but that didn't help. I had expected some form of satisfaction from my action, but instead, I was more upset than anything else. I don't know why I was angry, I don't know if I was truly angry at Arielle for snooping around or if I was just mad at her for finding out who I used to be. I couldn't tell why I kept those, all I know is I took them off the wall after Diane left and abandoned them here.I wasn't going to think about it.The drive to the west for the meeting with Kallen didn't help keep my mind at bay, the crappy song from the car stereo and Alfred's singing along seemed to make m