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Waking up the next morning, I was a little worried. Ace said he was going to be here, I don't understand why it's so important for him to come to my house. Looking around my room, I notice how messy it is. I haven't been home to clean it and it seems that the boys have been in here.

My art supplies are scattered around my floor that I didn't notice last night. My window is open, I must have left it open last night, but I dot remember every opening it. Some of my clothes are on my floor around my bed, which is also messy. I've always loved my room. It's light and simple with light furniture and white painted walls.

Scaring me out of my own thoughts, I hear a light knock on my door. I groan, getting up out of my warm comfort of my bed. I just want to lay down for a few more hours and sleep, but my thoughts keep going back to everything that Ace has told me.

"Adina, sweetie, Ace is here." My eyes go wide. He wasn't kidding when he said he would be at my house in the morning. Why did he have to come into my life right now? I feel like a lot of the shit that has been happening is because he arrived here.

"Uh okay, give me a minute to get decent." I yell through the door, rubbing my neck. This is going to be extremely stressful. I'm anxious to know what he's going to say to me, it's nerve racking actually.

Spending about ten minutes making myself look presentable and not a monster from the dark, I sadly leave my room. I never have been a morning person, I usually stay in my bed until Amelia or Miles makes me. That usually ends in them pulling me from the warmth of my blankets.

Walking down the hallway, I can hear the voices of Amelia and Ace chatting. Honestly, I'm not sure what I expected. Definitely not him in my house, that's for sure.

The smell of eggs, bacon, and a maple flavor is in the air before I make it to the kitchen. I love how Amelia can cook a whole buffet for only three people. Ben and Heath aren't awake yet and Miles is at work. At least I'm not home alone with him.

My eyes met his as soon as I walked into the room. I raise my eyebrow at him as he continues to stare at me, making it well known at that. I don't understand why boys have a staring problem.

I bite my lip, looking away from him. Biting my lip has always been something I do when I'm nervous. I'm not sure why I am at the moment, nothing really makes sense to me at all.

"Took you long enough. Ace wanted to stop by and talk about the tip." She smiles at me then looks over at him with the same smile plastered on her face. "Well, I will leave you guys to talk about everything." At that, she leaves the room with a bounce in her step. This woman I swear.

When she leaves, an awkward silence settles between him and I. Quite frankly I hate it. I clear my throat and motion my hand to all the food Amelia has made, noticing he hasn't fixed a plate.

"She didn't just make the food to sit here you know." I tell him and he smirks. He does that a lot.

"Oh, I know. I was going to be polite and wait for you to make your plate." I couldn't help but stare into his eyes. The deep blue just keeps dragging me in. I'm not sure how long I stare for but he is eventually clearing his throat.

"Take a picture if you like, it will last a lot longer." I roll my eyes at his cocky tone, and turn away from him.

"What did you need to talk to me about?" I ask him, grabbing two plates from the cabinet. I can feel his eyes watch my every move and it's quite creepy.

"This trip.... it's not a vacation type." I get annoyed at his lack of information. Handing him the plate I ask him to go on.

"As I was saying yesterday, Mia wasn't kidnapped by anyone, it was someone who craves power. Someone who wants to get to you." He says it so nonchalantly, it scares me.

"I know who took her, I just don't know why. There is a deeper reason to it and I need your help. I've decided that we are going to be the ones who save her." I can't help but laugh at his crazy talk. Deep in my mind, I know that he could be right, he has been about everything else.

"Where exactly is she then since you know so much about everything." I ask and he stares me dead in the eye.

"She's in hell."

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