"Good night," Alec whispered back and for a moment, I thought I heard something more than just him saying good night.

However, I quickly brushed it off. Alec was just worried about me because he cares about me. I turned to my side and placed my phone next to me. For some reason, Quentin gave me his phone. It was as if he knew Alec would call back.

Staring into a dark corner of the room, I was left to my own dark thoughts. I hated the fact that I couldn't harvest my power and I couldn't figure out the reason why. When Alec yelled at me through the phone, I felt anger and disappointment. Not at him, but at myself.

I didn't want to disappoint anyone and I never want to rely on anyone either. It made me feel useless and weak. This wasn't me. I never give up and I've always worked hard or harder for everything. Giving up was out of the question.

Then I thought about Alec and Lucy. Is he happy now? I'm sure he is because he is with Lucy now. I should forget about him. Take this time to move on and completely remove him from my heart. I sighed and tossed back onto my bed. The bed even feels empty. I pulled the comforter over my shoulders and forced myself to fall asleep.

When I fell asleep, I appeared in a small apartment building. Looking out the window, I could see the full moon shining through the glass window. I walked to the glass pane and looked out and saw that I was on the second or third floor. The street was quiet with only one street light on at the corner of the block.

Turning away from the window, I looked at the small living room. It had two old, maroon sofas and a scratched up coffee table. The kitchen directly behind it and adjacent to what I believe was the front door.

To my right, there was a small hallway with three doors. Two on the left and one on the right. I walked to the first left and opened the door. It was a small bathroom. I moved down the hallway and opened the second left door.

To my surprise, I saw Kian and Alec. They were both asleep on the queen size bed and both turned away from each other.

How was this possible?

I walked to glance at Kian. He looked haggard and exhausted, like he been on the run for the longest time. I touched his forehead and his forehead wrinkled.

"Grace."

I glanced away from Kian to Alec's sleeping form. Did he call out to me?

Standing up, I walked around the bed to Alec's side. I dropped down to his side and cradled one side of his face.

"Grace," he whispered again.

This was a dream. It wasn't real and for that reason, he gave me the courage to lean forward and brushed my lips against his lips. When I leaned back, his facial features relaxed. I traced one finger down the bridge of his nose.

If this was a dream, then Lucy should be here too. I stepped out of the bedroom and walked to the opposite room.

I proved my theory to be correct. Lucy was sound asleep in the opposite room. My heart swells up with happiness and tears spill down my cheeks. I miss her so much and couldn't stop myself from running to her side.

"Lucy," I whispered. "I miss you."

Just as I spoke, something flickered outside Lucy's bedroom window. I stood up and walked to the window. The street light flickered rapidly and suddenly, I felt like something was staring through me and right at my soul. I felt cold and lifeless. My breathing increased and fear embedded itself into the pits of my stomach.

Slowly, a shadow of a man stood at the edge of the darkness of the light. I blinked and the streetlight disappeared.

Suddenly, the rapid fear increased. I knew something was wrong.

"Alec..." I whispered.

Darkness started filling every inch of the room as it made its way towards me. I couldn't stop the scream. I screamed Alec's name at the top of my lungs in fear.

What I felt jerked me awake. I shot up in bed just as Quentin burst into the room. He ran over to me. I sobbed and wrapped my arms around him. Cold sweat covered my entire body.

"Shh, it's just a nightmare."

"It was horrible," I murmured into his shoulder.

Just as I said it, the satellite phone next to me rang. Quentin grabbed the phone and answered.

"Yeah?"

"You need to get out of there." I could hear Alec's order. He sounded like he was running.

Quentin shot up.

"Pack," he ordered.

"No! Don't pack. Fucking run," Alec shouted.

"What the fuck? What the fuck is going on?"

"Something happened. I can't talk about it right now, but they're coming. You got 30 minutes tops."

"Fuck!"

"Fucking put distance between you and them now. The more the better."

Quentin hung up and grabbed my right wrist before yanking me out of bed. I didn't waste another minute. I grabbed the always packed backpack and slipped on my shoes before rushing out the door with Quentin. He ran to Alec's bike. He got on first and start the bike.

"Get on," he ordered. He was no longer laughing or joking. The seriousness in his voice and face told me this was not a joke. He tossed me his jacket and I slipped it on quickly.

I hopped on and wrapped my arms around him. I didn't have anything on except for Alec's long t-shirt and a pair of undies, but I can't really choose right now.

He revved the engine and we were zipping through the dirt driveway, zipping through the woods, and then shooting up onto the country road. I hugged Quentin tight.

"Where are we going?" I shouted.

"The next safe house."

Quentin drove as fast as he could. Zipping through the country road, uncaring for the speed limit and driving at his max.

After a while, I thought we were safe. But I was wrong. Darkness crowded my vision and I felt almost practically blind. The familiar feeling I felt in Lucy's room breathed down my back.

"Quentin," I warned.

"I know," Quentin felt it too. I tightened my arms around his waist. "Hold on."

He revved the engine, but it was too damn slow. We both knew it.

"On the count of three, you are going to need to let go of me and jump off the bike."

"What? No!" I shouted.

"You need to listen to me. We don't have much time, Grace. One."

"I can't. This is crazy!"

"Two."

"Quentin, please."

"Three. Jump!"

I let go of him and threw myself off the bike. I rolled onto the country road, felt pain all over my body as it rubbed against the cement. A second later, I felt Quentin grab me and tossed me over his back.

We ran faster now. The darkness seemed to be farther away now. I remembered what Alec said. We needed light. A lot of it. Where humans were active. Shadows wouldn't dare show themselves.

"We need to be among humans. A lot of them."

Quentin didn't hesitate. He changed direction and ran like lightning. Everything blurred around me. It felt like the Shadows chased us for forever. There were times, I felt them breathing down my back, but Quentin always managed to lose them.

When we made it to a human city with heavy lights, I felt the cold and lifeless feeling disappear. Quentin took me to a large supercenter and stopped at the entrance. He let me go and I shook unsteadily. The change in speed got me dizzy.

Quentin's phone never stopped ringing. He picked up right after.

"Are you safe?" Alec questioned.

"Yeah, barely. Grace is injured, but she should be ok."

"How injured?" Alec sounded angry.

I took the phone from Quentin.

"I'm fine."

"Where are you hurt?" Alec asked.

"Just some scratches."

"I'm going to take that statement and times it by ten." I rolled my eyes at his response.

"I'm fine, Alec. We are safe. That's what matters. What the hell happened?"

"It's hard to explain. Put Quentin on the phone."

I handed the phone back to Quentin and looked at my wounds. It looked awful. The blood on my legs had dried up, but they were pretty bad looking. People walked by and stared at us.

"We can't. It'll be more dangerous."

"Sometimes, that's exactly what we need."

"Fuck, Alec. We are defying orders."

"I don't give a fuck at this point. We've been playing by their books and look where they put us."

"I think I might need to clean up," I mumbled.

"Why does she need to clean up?" Alec asked on the other hand.

I put a hand to my lips and pointed to the restroom sign. Quentin grabbed my elbow and pulled me back.

"I'll call you back." Quentin hung up.

Then he walked me into the women's restroom and looked at every stall before he allowed me into one with the backpack.

"Could I get a wet paper towel?" I asked.

As I wiped my thighs, I winced in pain. Tears rolling down my cheeks. The pain was unbearable. Afterwards, I cleaned it off with some antiseptic solution and wrapped it up with the first aid bandages in the backpack.

I couldn't exactly wear jeans, so I pulled on sweatpants. When I stepped out of the stall, Quentin must have noticed that I had cried. His features softened before he pulled me to the sink and started cleaning the injuries on my forehead and cheeks.

"We are going to the same safe house Alec and Kian are taking Lucy. It would be easier for us to watch you two, but it would possibly increase the risk. Apart, you two have a higher chance of surviving. Together, we also have a higher chance of dying. But Alec is determined to be together."

"Is that the safest decision?"

Quentin thought about the answer before he answered.

"I'm not sure, but Alec has never been wrong before. He wouldn't make a decision that would put you or Lucy at risk."

I agreed with that statement and with that, we stayed in the 24 hour supercenter a while longer before heading out at the break of dawn.