I sat by the fire listening to it crackle and burn, enjoying the warmth of my Percy's arms around me. We sat in silence for a while when he stood up and smiled, "Want to make hot chocolate with me?"

I laughed at his goofy grin. "Sure, as long as we get marshmallows."

"Of course! Why wouldn't we?" He said in response. We headed towards the kitchen, pulling out ingredients from the cupboard. Chocolate, obviously, milk and marshmallows.

I put the pot on the stove to melt down the chocolate and he came up behind me pouring in the milk along with it. We talked about short nothings while the chocolate melted and before we knew it, we were back in the living room with war mugs of hot chocolate. I blew on mine, waiting for it to cool when the silence was broken by Percy crying out.

"OW!"

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"It's hot." He said.

"Well yeah, I just took it off the stove."

"It hurts."

I laughed and kissed his lips. They tasted like hot chocolate. "Is that better?"

"Hmmm." He said, as if thinking. "Not yet, maybe a few more?"

"Awe, okay."

"I love your hot chocolate kisses."

I was pulled out of the dream by a loud crash.

"Oh goodie, you're finally awake, Anna-babe."

Luke's voice. I tried to turn my head, but a sharp pain in my neck stopped me. I strained my eyes to see a sharp object of some kind digging into the skin of my neck. 

"Try anything and Ethan will slice through your jugular, got it?" Luke said, malevolence filling his voice.

"Luke, what do you want?"

"Only what belongs to me. You."

"I am not a prize to be one, Luke."

"Oh, but aren't you? Dr. Seaweed won the fight ten years ago, and he got the grand prize. Your hand in marriage."

"Luke, you know just as good as I do that he didn't win me."

He stepped in front of me and I could see the glee in his eyes. He was having fun with this, like he always did when he was violent. It always seemed to give him a sort of high to see the downfall of others.

"I don't care if he won you or not. I won you back. You're mine, Anna-babe, and you always will be."

"You sick, twisted bastard!" I yelled. He tilted his head and a sharp pain hit my arm, and I cried out. Looking down, I saw that Ethan had moved the knife away from my neck and beads or red were forming on my arm.

"Shut up, bitch! You have no right."

"I'm sorry." I said, instinctively.

It's been forever, I've been working on my other story. Sorry guys.

But thank you guys so much for all the reads and comments, it means a lot.

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