I look sideways to come face to face with Elmond, he offers me a greeting smile."No, just looking around," I say."Mind if I join you?" He asks."Not at all," I take the arm he offers me and we start walking."I guess you heard of the party in the evening," Elmond says, taking in my dressing in a quick glance."I'm guessing you did as well," I say.Honestly, this type of clothing suits him. With his golden hair and crystal blue eyes, Elmond does look like some Duke. I can't help but chuckle at the thought."What?" he asks me."Nothing," I shake my head with a smile. "You just seem perfect for a play like this.""Your prince in a shining armor?""A rakish Duke."Elmons laughs, his eyes shine with amusement. "I'm jealous of Sebastian, really. You must make for a very lively companion.""That I am," I grin brightly.I didn't realize whenI took Elmond to the gardens but, well, I wont complain. I can spend my whole day here. We walk around, telling stories of incidents on this Hunt when h

Sebastian Point Of ViewI see her disappear in the crowd, my skin still tingling where she touched it. As much as I trust Hazel, I don't trust anyone else with her. but she's right, we need to act fast lest we lose our only chance.With a deep breath, I turn my gaze to Elmond, making sure to put every bit of authority in my soul in that look. Considering the irritated gleam in his eyes, I suppose it's working."Keep your eyes on her," I say, my voice hard even to my own ears. "And I'll be keeping mine on you.""Are you so sure I need to be watched, Walts?" he crosses his arms. "I'm not the untamed one here."A growl claws at my throat to let it out, I can almost feel my fingers elongating. The beast hasn't had a dose of wolfsbane in long while and its eager to break through the chains of restraint."You shouldn't even be allowed on this Hunt," he says, scorn obvious in his tone. "Let alone with Elizabeth as your companion."My hands are itching to close around something. You're the bi

The door bursts open.About eight men shuffle inside, rifles in their hands, black masks on their faces. The open door lets light in the dark room.I feel the revolver in my hand, testing my grip. I wait until all of them are inside, moving from between the maze of heavy shelves we made starting just after the door.I hold up the revolver and pull the trigger to give the signal. A loud rumble shakes the floor as all the shelves collapse on the black clad figures. Sebastian, Elmond and Timothy come out from over the heap of shelves, our ambushers groaning and struggling beneath the wood."Come on," Sebastian grabs my arm, racing down the hallways, we take a sharp turn towards the tower we were staying in.Sebastian bursts into his room, Elmond and Timothy turn towards their own. He yanks a bag out from under his bed and then without waiting for me, turn to my room."We need to get the hell out of here before they come back." Sebastian says, opening my closet and stuffing clothes in the

He doesn't come back the whole night. Which is good. I really didn't want him to hear me cry myself to sleep. I wake up with puffy, red eyes, a numb mind and a heavy conscious.My thoughts have tired themselves by running in circles, my heart is a traitorous bastard. The only solace I can offer myself is this;It's going to be fine. Soon this Hunt will be over and you'll never see Sebastian again.Both of you will get busy in your new lives, forget this ever happened. I splash water on my face, hissing when it stings my eyes but the puffiness decreases a bit due to the cool water. I change clothes and put my hair in a messy braid.I'm sitting on the bed, mind blank like an untouched paper when the door opens. Sebastian's eyes meet mine momentarily, I feel my heart jump to my throat.He looks away and silently packs up our bag. "We're leaving."With that, he goes out of the room. I ignore the twist in my chest and follow him out. Elmond and Timothy are sitting in the lounge, they look

The next week is a blurred.True to his promise, Sebastian didn't show a hint of his emotions after that night. For that matter, neither did I. We both acted the way we should; like partners.And the fact that we're close to the finish line only fuels our will to keep focused.We hadn't really slept since the past week, only dozed off occasionally. Which is precisely why I wake up in the noon to the sound of a growl.My eyes snap open, hands already fumbling to get the revolver out of the waistband of my jeans. There's only one bullet left, is my only thought as I spring to my feet.My eyes dart in every direction, but I see nothing that could be a threat. Then it dawns to me;Where did Sebastian go?Tucking the revolver away, I start forward, a frown on my face. Where the hell is he?Only a short distance away, I see him pacing around, his head in his hands. Another low growl reaches me."Sebastian?" a hint of worry leaks in my voice.His heads snaps in my direction so quickly I almo