Sorry for the crappy chapter last weekend.

Georgie Henley as Quince off to the side! 

Note: I do NOT own the picture, nor do I claim I do. That goes to it's rightful owner.

Enjoy!

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"I hate planes," Lucy muttered as we walked out of the airport with our luggage. "They're not safe."

I rolled my eyes. "You're dramatic, you know?"

"So are you," Jackson pointed out to me, raising an eyebrow. He had his backpack thrown over his shoulder while pulling his suitcase.

"Not about flying," I replied, elbowing him in the ribs. "Besides, you stay out of this."

"Oh hell no. You can't just do that."

"I just did."

Lucy snickered, obviously amused. Her sister was quiet, seeming to still get over her huge fear of airplanes. She barely talked at all on the flight, being to busy curled up against the corner of the chair and listening to her music.

I couldn't blame her, though. She's learned to have a hatred of heights and flying all her life because of the dragons. Their natural enemy.

Jackson had told me on the flight that he had already rented a car so that we don't have to get a taxi. In fact, it was already in the parking lot with the keys inside of it.

How it wasn't stolen, I have no idea.

Amanda walked around it and cupped her hands on the window and looked inside. "It's a really nice interior," she tells us, sounding impressed. "How much did this cost?"

"A lot," Jackson said blankly, opening the trunk.  I grimaced at his cold attitude towards Amanda, wanting to smack the back of his head and yell at him for the way he's acting.

God I sound like an old lady. I glare at his back instead, thinking of what to say to him about it when we're alone. Right now, I know that we're going to have a very long talk when we get to our hotel and he's gonna be very much in trouble.

"Hey, when's Quince arriving?" Lucy asks as Jackson picked up her suitcase for her and placed it with the others in the back.

"She told me she would be here at six tonight," I reply, looking at my watch. It read 8:32 AM. Quince had some stuff she needed to do with her family, such as update them on everything that's going on and spend some time with them before leaving.

"Alright." Lucy pulls her black hair up into a bun. "I would've texted her, but since she's with her family I don't want to bother her."

I snorted with amusement, earning a puzzled look. "Really, Luce?"

"What?" She brushed a strand of black hair away from her face and blinks her dark brown eyes at me. 

"Well," I start slowly, just to irritate her, "for one, since when do you mind bothering people when they're busy? Remember back in fifth grade? That didn't stop you."

"I assumed you were bored!"

"I was at my great aunt's funeral."

She waved her arms in the air, stomping her foot. "I didn't know that!"

"I told you two days before I left," I reminded her, smiling.

"Damn you, Faye," she groans, throwing her head back. "You knew full well I have bad memory."

"Your text said, 'How's the dead aunt of yours?'"

Jackson, who had just finished putting the suitcases away, turned to us, "You said that?"

Lucy's face flushed. "Yeah.."

I point my thumb at her, turning to Jackson, "One time when I went to a wedding for my Mom's friend she called me during the vows when it was quiet and yelled at me. I swear to God the whole room heard because she was screaming."

"It was a crisis!" Lucy retorted, face turning even more red. "I thought I was dying!"

Jackson raised his hand, a look of pure amusement and humor across his face. "May I ask what the crisis was?"

"No!" Lucy yells, hands in front of her just as I turned to Jackson.

"Yes," I said at the same time.

"Faye," she warns, eyes wide with annoyance. "Don't. You. Dare."

I couldn't hide my smirk as I told Jackson, "She started her period."

I heard Lucy scream profanities at me, causing Amanda to poke her head out of the window and stare at us.

Jackson busted out laughing, bending over. I finally laughed as well, though I knew I shouldn't because Lucy would kill me later. But I couldn't help myself.

"S-she thought that she was going to bleed out until she had no blood," I said between laughs, wiping my eyes. 

Lucy's face was tomato red and her eyes glittered with fury. "Listen here, Faye, you promised that you would never under any circumstances mention that to anyone!"

"No," I correct, out of breath as I wipe my eyes. "I promised I wouldn't mention it in order to get you to do what I want. You never said anything about mentioning it to anyone."

"I hate you," she growled, arms crossed. "You're a terrible person, you know?"

I winked at her as Jackson stood up, recovered but still chuckling.

"I'll cut your balls off," Lucy threatened Jackson. That made him shut up almost immediately.

Amanda had disappeared into the car again, apparently not wanting to join in our amusing conversation. 

Jackson stuffs his hands in his pockets and glanced at me, a look of sight fear in his eyes. "She's kidding right?"

Lucy saw this spark of fear and waved her hand, putting on her signature smirk. "Faye can tell you, my sweet warlock."

Jackson looks at me, mouth opened. He points to Lucy who brushed past me with a wink at Jackson. She wiggled her fingers at him, smirking, and struts to the car and got inside.

"She's kidding, right?" he repeated, blinking a few times.

"Honestly?" I ask, feeling sorry for my husband. "Probably not."

"'Probably not'?"

"Probably not," I repeated, shrugging my shoulders as I zip up my jacket. I only realized that it had started snowing and that the ground was wet with previous snow.

"I'm scared," he told me, throwing his arm around me and leading me to the passenger side of the car.

As he opened the door, I turn and face him. "You probably want to sleep with one eye open. Wait, no, you might not want to sleep at all."

Of course, I was joking. But he seemed to be taking it pretty serious.

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"How rich are you exactly?" Amanda asks us as we enter the very nice hotel.

"Meh," I reply, shrugging. "We're both pretty rich, but I guess that increased when we got married.."

Jackson stretched, yawning. "We have a good amount of money, but I didn't pay for the hotel."

"What?" Amanda and I say at the same time, equal shock on our faces as we stared at him.

"My father has a good connection with this hotel company, so he gets free suites," Jackson told us, mainly to me. I bit the inside of my lip to keep myself from yelling at him in front of people inside of this very nice hotel.

"Oh," Amanda says, looking slightly crestfallen at the way he acted. I wasn't jealous of Amanda, mainly because I somehow felt that she didn't have her eye on Jackson. Call it a woman's instinct or whatever you want to, but I just know that's not the reason she looked so down.

"Hey, guys?" I said to Lucy and Jackson. They turn their heads to me and give me a questioning look. "Why don't you guys go get checked in and what not? I need to talk to Amanda."

"Um-" Amanda starts, but I shoot her a glance. Lucy nods.

Jackson furrowed his eyebrows. "Right now?"

"Yes," I said to him, giving him a stern look. "Please?"

He hesitates. "Okay.."

Once Amanda and I are alone, I turn to her. 

"Did I do something wrong?" Amanda asks carefully, folding her hands in front of her nervously.

"No," I assured her, glancing at her hands. I made a mental note of that habit of hers, it might be something we could talk about later. "I want to apologize."

This confused her. She blinked a few times. "A-apologize?"

I nodded pulling my black gloves off and stuffing them into the pockets of my pea coat. "Yeah. For my bull-headed husband."

"Oh." She looked down at the beautiful tiled floor. "Um, it's okay.."

"No it's not." I realized that Amanda was, even though she was older than us and seemed like a fierce person, somewhat shy and cautious. "He's being an ass."

Amanda shrugged, although a small smile appeared. "It's fine, really. I don't blame him for being like that. After all, it's not like you can trust someone who grew up thinking killing dragons and riders was something right."

"Still," I reply, shaking my head. "Jackson is in no place to judge you for that."

"Why?"

I bit my lip, thinking deeply. I don't think I'm ready to trust Amanda with the information I wanted to tell her in order to assure her. Once upon a time, Warlocks and Witches got their magic from killing one dragon a year and drinking a cup of their blood, which had magical properties, in order to get their powers.

"Just because," I said, deciding to keep the information from her until I felt ready to tell her. "But I plan on talking to him in a while."

She shook her head. "No, it's fine. That won't help, I don't think.."

"Oh trust me," I told her with a smile. "He won't be an ass to you after I talk to him."

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WHOOP! MY WRITING CREATIVITY IS BACK! :D

I want to write chapter 5 now. .-.

I probably will. xD

Until next time! :3

-Grace xx