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JAXON SPEAKING

"Hey, you're back," I said, swirling my drink over the ice cubes in its glass. Looking at the golden liquid, I lifted it up to my lips to polish it off, then placed the tumbler back on the table, making the cubes of ice clang against the glass. The basketball game was on in the background, but I couldn't pull myself from my thoughts to really watch it. "I assume you followed them after I left," I said looking up at him as he walked in.

"Yeah. They stopped at Sage's place then drove over to Wren's," Robin replied as he sat down taking the seat across from me. "It looks as though Sage is planning on staying the night there."

"How do you figure?"

"She had this huge king-sized pillow she was carrying out to the car when they left her house." He smiled like he was thinking about something else he'd like to do with Sage and her bedding.

"Hey, gutter boy, anything else?" I asked, kicking him under the table trying to drag his thoughts back into the conversation. "You know, anything unusual happen?" He picked up the bottle of rye from the middle of the table and poured the golden liquid over the remaining ice in my glass then pushed it across the table until it was in front of me. "That's not a good sign," I said looking at it. "Am really going to need this?"

He nodded, "So, I stuck around for a bit, you know just to be sure they were staying there for the night. Then something happened."

"What do you mean something happened?" I could feel my internal thermostat starting to rise.

"You know Wren, so I can't really be sure. But what I do know, there was a huge power draw on the circle. I was hanging out in my car watching the house when all the stones on my leather lit up at the same time," he said pulling on the cord of stones that hung around his neck looking completely amazed.

"Really?"

"Yeah, really. So I hung out to see if I could figure out what happened." He walked across the rec room and grabbed a glass from behind the bar then headed back to the table. He poured some rye into the glass and took a gulp, then placed both the bottle and glass back on the table. "I don't know maybe fifteen minutes later, a white pickup truck drove up the driveway and stopped in front of the house."

I could feel the anger start to roll off of me like a heat wave. I was definitely at my breaking point when the rye in my glass ignited into flame as I held it. Only one name escaped my lips, knowing what Robin was hinting at, "Kellan."

Robin nodded looking a little worried as he eyed the flaming glass. "Yeah, he was there but he wasn't alone."

"What?" I could feel my skin begin to itch and prickle with the fiery heat within ready to release with my anger. I took a deep breath, then put the glass down and shook out my hands. "Okay Robin, I'm good, just tell me," I said wanting to get through what he still had to say like the swift ripping off a Band-Aid.

Looking very unsure, Robin continued. "All right, but don't shoot the messenger, especially when he's your best friend just looking out for you." He knew I was barely holding it together. "Anyway, Wren got out of the truck," he paused, "remember you wanted to know. When she got out, I could see what she was wearing as she ran barefoot across the driveway through the mud up to the house. She had on a t-shirt that hung on her down to her knees, it looked to me as if she was wearing—"

"His shirt?" I interrupted with a little more heat behind my words than was intended. I repeated the question trying to grasp what I was asking, "She was with him, wearing his shirt?"

Robin nodded, "Yeah man, she was."

The thought of her in Kellan shirt raised all kinds of jealousy that I didn't even know I had in me. I don't think I've ever been so upset, angry, hurt and furious all at once. Robin just stood there and watched me walk around in circles running my hands through my hair trying to calm down before I burnt the house down around us.

"I won't lose her again," I said looking up at Robin feeling a little panicked. "It's been three years since I've even seen her, and with her not remembering stuff that's not making anything easier." I was sounding a little pathetic even to me.

"Jax, it's not like she hasn't noticed you."

"Right, but it's not your fire ring around her ankle with someone else's flourish across her chest," I said feeling a surge of anger begin to overtake me again, lighting up two of the stones around my neck. When I placed my hand on the table, I felt it singe and scorch through the top permanently blackening and scarring its wooden surface.

"Yeah well, that's a torture that I don't even think I can pretend to comprehend," he said looking at the marred table. "There's no way to put it, other than I want to kill Kellan myself just for that one. That was way beyond crossing the line, even for him."

"Well, if we're making a list of Kellan haters, I think I'm first, then probably Jessica."

"Oh right, Jessica," he said like this was the first time he even really had given thought to the implications for her. "Now that you say that, I think she has two people on her hate list right now, and I'm pretty sure Wren's at the top. You might want to somehow keep those two apart, or it won't end up well."

"I'm not worried about Jess. She has to do what I tell her."

"Sure and when has Jessica ever done what someone has told her?"

"Well, I'm sure that's a lesson my father wouldn't hesitate to teach her if she gets in the way of me bringing Wren back."

"I hope for her sake she gets that because your father is scary."

That was the understatement of the century. My father was a whole other world beyond scary. No one ever even thought of crossing him.

"You could just tell her." He took another swig from his glass.

"Tell Jess what?"

"Not Jess, Wren. You know maybe you could fill in some the missing pieces for her." He waved his hand making the plant next to the entrance start to grow. The vines bushed up and out covering the wall in seconds. A moment later the pot it was sitting in made a cracking sound just before the roots burst through the sides looking for more room to grow.

I raised an eyebrow looking at the dirt all over the place. "Was that really necessary?"

He shrugged, "Probably not."

"Sure I could tell her, but I also risk her completely freaking out. If that happened, we both know who would be waiting for her." I could feel my hands twitch and burn just with the thought of her being with him. I couldn't let it go and the thought looped through my head on repeat, making me angrier with each repetition. The stones around my neck started lighting on and off. Then I connected to the core, letting it channel through me, using me like a tap. Needing somewhere to release the blazing heat, it start to flow and drip from my fingers burning holes in the carpet around my feet. With my head replaying the thought of them together, I was barely registering what was going on around me.

"Jax. Jaxon!" he yelled snapping my attention back into the present. "I know that I'd be more than pissed if I were you, but I kind of live here too and would really like to have somewhere to sleep tonight. Do you mind turning off the lava tap?" He pointed to the floor that was beginning to flame.

"Ugh." I looked at the fiery mess around me. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath in and drew in the flames around me extinguishing their presence. "Come on, we have some planning to do before tomorrow. I think it's time we paid Kellan a visit too."

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(WREN SPEAKING)

"It's Kellan's." I placed the snack tray on the bed.

"Well, it's obviously not your shirt." Sage smirked and grabbed a cracker from the tray. "What I want to know is how did it get on you?"

"I don't think you're going to believe me." I sighed feeling like I didn't even know where to begin. I guess something in me decided to try giving the truth a go and see where that got me for a change. "Well, I was in the bathroom trying to scrub this off of me." I pulled the collar of my shirt down exposing the flourish across the front of me.

"Holly crap!" she exclaimed as she tumbled off the bed onto the floor knocking the tray of food with her. "You have got to be kidding me!" She pulled herself up to standing and immediately came over to have a closer look. "You were trying to scrub that off? Yeah, let me guess, no luck." She started to laugh so uncontrollably hard, she had to sit down to catch her breath.

"What's so funny?" I demanded.

"You are. That's a flourish. You can't just wash that off," she said still laughing pulling her sweater to one side exposing two circular rings that were etched across her shoulder. "Okay, I have it together, really," she said. She pulled her laughter into a big sigh, but she was still smiling like she might break into another fit if given a reason. "Hey wait a minute when did you get that flourish anyway? You didn't have it in gym class." She took a bite from the cracker she was holding. "Ah, the truck! It's Kellan's mark, isn't it?"

I nodded.

"Well, that explains why Jaxon was so angry with Kellan at the café. Who wants to know the girl you like is interested in another guy? All right, come on let's see it."

I pulled my collar down once more showing her the mark. "Uhhhh, the flourish is marked with a silver color that's weaved in among the waves," she said with her voice trailing off like something was wrong.

"So?"

"So, I think you need to sit down," she said looking up at me seriously.

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