"I'm sorry about the other day," Marcus whispered against my lips, hands tangling deeper into my hair.

"Don't worry about it," I sighed. "It was a rough day. I was tired from the hunt and you were just worried. We both said some things we didn't mean. You'll tell everyone about us when the time is right. I understand."

Marcus moves away from me, leaving me half clothed and breathless on the bed. He shoved his hands into his pockets, eyes dropped to the ground.

"You will, won't you?" I had asked. "You don't plan on keeping this a secret forever, do you? I mget that with everything going on right now it is not a good time. But when the whole 'demons on a murder spree' thing dies down...you do plan on telling people, right?"

Marcus continued not to make eye contact with me. He had chewed on his lip nervously, a habit that had been his since he was very young and only resurfaced when he was in trouble. The act had sent me over the edge, causing me to pull my shirt back over my head and jump off the bed. I had stood toe to toe with Marcus, demanding he look up from the floor to me.

"You little shit," I had growled. "It has been over a year. Over a year Marcus!"

"I know, but my father will never approve. Kristoff will never approve. Things like us...they're not sanctioned. They're frowned upon. Is that what you want? Me to be disowned by my family? You saw what happened to Vernon. Do you me to go through that too?"

"It could be different with us." Even as the words came out my mouth, I had known they weren't going to convince them of anything.

"God Makenna," he had sighed exhaustedly. "Sometimes you can be so damn selfish."

I push further, forcing my legs to run yet another mile. Hoping this mile would be the one where this mornings events would keep replaying in my mind. Where I wouldn't be full of so much rage and regret that going on a killing spree sounds like a mini vacation.

I had surpassed my four mile requirement about 3 miles ago but I still haven't gathered the courage to go back to the house.

Things have gone from simple and sexy to complicated in just a matter of days. Ever since Marcus decided to say those three little words. That all it took. Three little words and now I have to spend more time than ever reigning my ability in. More time making sure I focus on keeping it shoved down instead of becoming a life sucking time bomb.

I know he has a valid point. I know things aren't as simple as I would like them to be but I have been with The Movement for over thirteen years now. I would like to thank that Kristoff and Marcus's father would be okay with the two of us together, despite the whole 'Vernon' thing.

A few years ago Marcus's second in command, Vernon, had fallen in love with a girl who possessed demon blood. Not even that much of it. At one point in time someone in her family had given birth to a half demon child and, by the time she was born, the bloodline was so watered down it was a few years from being extinct. It was even a higher demon even. It was some lower grade solider demon who had managed to keep his human shape long enough to impregnate someone.

Either way, Vernon fell in love with her. So much in love that he was willing to give up all other females and lay claim to her. For those of you unfamiliar with the stupid stupid traditional of claiming, be glad. It is the one thing the non human side has managed to pass through generations. It is a blood tie between two people. Completely idiotic. It's main point is that, once the claim has been laid and sealed, the two parties will never want another soul.

That's where things went wonky. Vernon lost his shit. The claim not only made him unable to want any other girl but link the two together. When she felt pain, he felt it ten times over. Everything that happened to her, he felt it stronger and harsher.

They were only married a year before she was murdered. Vernon felt everything. She didn't die quickly. It took days. He felt every single thing. It drove him crazy. Marcus was there the day they finally put him out of his pain.

By the time I pull myself out of my thought I realize I have managed to run an additional three miles. I stop, resting my hands on my knees in an attempt to catch my breath. This is the worst part of the running farther than I should have...I have to make the same run back. Especially since I have zero intentions of calling Marcus or Demi for a ride. One one involve having to talk over this morning and the other would involve having to explain why I decided to turn a four mile run into a ten mile run.

Wiping the sweat off my brow I manage to spot a small, seemingly empty cafe. My stomach growls and I node my head in agreement. Food sounds like a beyond amazing idea right now. Nothing works better to take away the annoyance of your secret boyfriend wanting to remain a secret like eggs, bacon and six to ten donuts.

The waitress pays little to no attention to me, only staying long enough to take my order. She places it in front of me in record time.

I shove a forkful of eggs into my mouth and swallow. I have been ignoring the feeling of being watched ever since I set foot in here. Passed it off as paranoia. It is getting harder to ignore. The more I eat, the longer I stay and the more intense the feeling gets.

"You're not at all what I expected," a gritty voice stated and I almost choke on my eggs. The guy I caught staring at me at the mall a few days ago slides into the chair in front of me.

"Excuse me, do I know you?"

"No," he laughs. "But you should. The name's Ash."

"Okay, Ash." I roll my eyes, taking the time wipe my face because, regardless of how potentially crazy this guy is, he is still way too hot for me to be sitting here with bacon grease running down my face. "I think you have the wrong person."

"I wish I did, but I don't. Can't say I'm not a bit disappointed but you are definitely the girl I am looking for." He pauses, reaching across the table to steal a piece of toast. The urge to stab him in the hard with my fork begins to grow stronger. "You're not what I expected though. I mean, you more the surpass the whole 'most beautiful thing to ever live' rumor but that is pretty much where it stops."

His words throw me off. Here I am, dressed in the largest sweats possible and covered in eight layers of sweat and this guy is calling me beautiful. Either I am completely loosing my mind or he is drunker than someone should be at ten in the morning.

"Okay, now I know you have the wrong person."

"Like I said, I wish I did," he repeats. "But I don't. When I heard the daughter of the Devil was in New York I had to come see for myself. I imagined mass chaos. Riots. Anything. Not some sixteen year old girl living in a house full of non-humans."

"I'm twenty," I correct him. "And you still have the wrong person. The whole me being the daughter of Satan thing is just a rumor. A crazy rumor started by my crazy mother and her crazy friends to explain why no one else can do the things I do. Why I'm such a frea-"

"I knew a few people who could do the things you do. They are all dead now but that is beyond the point. And it is not a rumor. It is the truth. I didn't believe it at first either. You're so...small and non threatening. But you are his kid."

"Look," I sigh. I place my fork down, brandishing a twenty dollar bill from my pocket and placing it on the check the waitress has put on the table. "I am not who you think I am. And screw you, I may be small but I am not non threatening. You have no idea how much you would regret saying that if it wasn't for the fact that we are in a cafe full of witnesses."

Ash rises from his seat, following me as I storm out of the cafe. The thoughts buzzing my head make it hard for me to focus. I can't remember which direction I came in from. All I know is I need to put as much distance between me and this guy as I can.

He grabs my arm and my instincts kick in. I swing my arm and clamp my hand onto his shoulder, tugging at his life force gently. It is just a warning shot but I know he can still feel it.

The blood rushes to my head and I being to feel dizzy, like I'm floating. I feel my legs begin to grow weak. My blood grows warm in my veins.

"What the fu-" I slur, unable to finish my sentence. My hand unclamps from his shoulder and I stumble backwards, heavy breathed. My skin still tingles from the touch. "What the hell was that?"

Ash laughs loudly and a group of girl passes by takes the time to oogle him.

"Well I guess I'm not the only one who got something they didn't expect today. I probably should have warned you not to do that but I figured you would learn your lesson," he says between laughs. "You can't pull from me. Well, not in the way you are used to."

"Am I...what is...did you...what just happened?" I sway slightly and Ash rushes forward to catch me.

"Looks like you a teensy bit high right now. It will wear off in a minute. However, I can hear your friends sorry excuse for a bike coming down the road. Seems you've been gone longer than he likes," Ash whispers into my ear. "Give me a call. We have things we need to discuss."

I feel his hand move from my arm to my waist and then down to the side pocket of my sweats. He slips something into my pockets before maneuvering me so that I am leaning against the all. I fight to gather my thought, head still swimming from the pull.

A/N: Hey guys, thanks for reading! Don't forget to follow, vote, comment and show this chapter some love! This week is gonna be super busy for me so I can't give you a day for the next update...but it will be as soon as I can!