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Theia pales and I notice everyone else matches her ghostly hue.

"What?" I prompt, growing more and more agitated with their silent conversations.

"The vision wasn't to warn you about your brother, it was to warn you about the daughter of Rhea," Devin says with an ominous whisper.

"Who?" I beg, but my head becomes too heavy to hold up.

My arms fall from their poised position, and my head spins uncontrollably as the world around me fades from my mind.  I've only felt this weak after Aphrodite introduced herself over and over.

I can't even fathom how I can deal with two of them competing for my attention.  I can't imagine how I'll survive.

Chapter 16

Awakened Power

Dull voices construct incoherent conversations around me.  My eyes try to flitter open, but the light is almost blinding when they do.

Devin's arms tighten around me as his troubled eyes stare into mine with relief flooding through them as they do.

"How do you feel?" he worries.

Like shit.

"Like I slapped my head against a wall for several days," I grumble, and then I remember why I feel like hell. 
Jake
.  "Where are we?  Have you gotten a hold of Jake?" I whimper as I look around frantically, noticing the familiar scenery lining the roadsides outside the window of the moving vehicle.

"We're almost to your apartment," Devin murmurs gently.

"Why?"

"I finally picked him up in a vision and saw him in your living room.  I've never met him before, so the images were weak, and I wasn't able to hold on for very long.  He's alive though.  Camara has kept eyes on him since I located his whereabouts," Devin soothes.

"That doesn't make any sense.  Jake never comes to my apartment.  He told Clara he was in Kuwait."

"Maybe he went to your apartment once he realized your parents were missing."

I look around the large SUV and find Camara's glowing eyes concentrating fiercely.

"Tell me what he's doing," I whisper in an effort not to disturb her too abruptly.

"He's eating ice cream and flipping through your albums.  It looks like he's waiting for you to get home."

I sigh in relief. 
He's okay.

We turn onto my street, and I leap out of the car before it even slows down.  Devin is right behind me as I flash into the building and up the stairs.

I burst through my door to see Jake lounging comfortably on my couch with his feet propped on my coffee table.  I almost gush relief out of my breath.  The small bird perched on the windowsill glows its blue eyes at me to let me know Camara is still watching.

"Hey, sis.  I hope you don't mind that I used your in-case-of-an-emergency-only key," Jake says with complete indifference to the panic I've had to endure.

I want to rush him - throw my arms around him and hug him.  I know that would freak him out though.  I'm a ball of nerves right now.

Jake's eyes stare at me with odd amusement.  "What's with the new wardrobe?" he asks casually as he continues assessing my attire made up of Devin's tee-shirt and boxers.

Devin smirks slightly as I roll my eyes.

"What are you doing here?" I breathlessly toil.

"I went to see Mom and Dad, but they weren't there since the house was flattened.  They haven't even started repairs yet.

"I swung by the inn, and Eric said they had taken off on vacation.  I saw I had like five million missed calls from random numbers, and Clara said they were from you.  I came by to see what could possibly be so important," he says lazily, as if I'm some sort of crazy person.

Devin steps into view and Jake's eyes narrow when he sees him for the first time.

"Who's the new dude?" he blurts out with distaste.

Devin extends his hand in true gentlemanly fashion, and Jake warily shakes it, not bothering to get up.

"Devin Cole.  I'm Adisia's-"  He pauses as his eyes dart over to me.

I sigh slightly because I know how rude Jake can be to any guy I'm with.

"He's my fianc
é," I finish.

Jake's eyes show fierce disapproval, despite the fact that Devin is by far the sweetest, most considerate, hottest, richest, and most phenomenal guy I've ever been with.  He'd shit if he knew all of Devin's secrets
… and mine too.

"Why the hell don't I know about this guy?" Jake rudely remarks.

Here we go.

"Probably because you never answer your damn phone," I gripe, and then I stare like a scolding mother into his eyes.

"I spoke to you just about four or five weeks ago, and you didn't even have a boyfriend.  How did you go from single to engaged in that snap?" he murmurs, sounding irritated.

"It's a long story," I mumble while squirming under his penetrating disapproval.

He props back again with scrutinizing eyes burning against me.

"Obviously it can't be
that
long," he criticizes.

I huff slightly.  "I thought you were in Kuwait," I mumble in an effort to shift the awkward subject.

Devin is still smiling, enjoying my brother's protectiveness, while I long to dive under the bed and hide.

"I was.  I got what I needed, and came home to see the 'rents and my secretive sister who is desperately trying to avoid my questions in a not-so-subtle sort of way.  You suck at diversions," he teases.

"I need to go change." I huff as I walk into my room and shut the door.

"When are you planning to marry my sister?" Jake interrogates.

Devin laughs, and I roll my eyes as I start sifting through my closet.  I hear him lightly answer the question we haven't really discussed.

"As soon as she'll let me."

My heart flutters, and a goofy, girly grin stings my cheeks.

"You really like her, huh?" Jake says with a more subtle interrogating tone.

"I really love her, actually," Devin clarifies.

"You'll change your mind once you live with her," Jake chuckles.  "She has a bizarre routine, and she lives on takeout, ice cream, and beer."

Devin snickers lightly, and I'm scowling at Jake, even though he can't see me.  I pull a shirt from a hanger and grab a pair of jeans.

"Well I happen to have a rather bizarre schedule as well," Devin says with an understating tone.  "We've actually adjusted rather well to living together, despite our clashing styles.  We've got more in common than most people," he says with an air of mystery.

I shake my head as the overwhelming few weeks spring to my mind all at once, and then I snicker at the private joke meant for me to overhear as I lace up my boots.

I fluff my wavy hair into place and smooth on some lip gloss.  Jake laughs a little as I walk out.

"So the two of you are living together?"

"Yeah," I murmur vaguely with a nonchalant shrug.

Jake shakes his head.  Devin is as confused as I am by Jake's reaction.  He hates not being able to see anything directly related to me, and I love the irritation on his face.

"So what's the deal?  He doesn't let you keep your clothes at his place?  And are you holding onto your apartment in case you decide to end it or what?" he asks with a bit of a troubled tone.

Devin laughs incredibly hard at the amusing misconception, but Jake's stern face allows for nothing but seriousness in his concern.  I smile patronizingly at my worried brother.

"Her lease doesn't run out for another year, and she has more to wear at our place than she does here," Devin reassures.

There's that word again -
our
.  It instantly brings a smile to my face, and Devin comes to wrap his arms around me.

"So, why were you wearing dude's undies and tee?" Jake scoffs.

I roll my eyes once more.  "His name is Devin, not dude, and again… long story," I mumble.

Jake seems agitated by my unwillingness to divulge the mystery behind our whirlwind romance.  His brow rises when he looks over to my windowsill at the shriveled up, crunchy plants that have thirsted to death in my absence.

"I'm assuming you're not allowed to have plants in your new place."

Devin frowns slightly.  "I actually do have a no-plant policy these days, but it's been a recent rule."

My eyes narrow slightly as the memory of the killer orchid striking me runs through my mind.  Then the imagery of Persia's life taken by a toxic vine sweeps through like the running bulls of Spain.

“
I also had the same change of heart toward plants of any kind," I growl.

Devin pulls me in tighter to him and kisses my head.  I feel a tear almost escape, and Jake is now incredibly curious about the odd and vague answers we just gave him.

Someone taps lightly against the door to interrupt the conversation we're avoiding.

"It's Camara," Devin answers to my silent, paranoid panic attack.

We've been here too long.  What are we doing?

"Come in, Camara," I offer.

She walks in with worrisome eyes, and Jake turns to see the new face.  He slips from his unstable position on the couch and pounds into the floor like a ten-year-old boy who just saw a pretty girl for the first time in his life.

Camara stifles a smirk, but my laughter roars free.

"Real smooth, big brother," I tease.

He rolls his eyes as his cheeks burn crimson.  I laugh a little more to mock his uncharacteristic stumble before introducing them.

"Camara, this is Jake.  Jake, Camara."

He smiles his lady-killing, full-flash, but Camara has been around too long to fall for pretty boys flashing their teeth.

Deacon walks in and quickly throws his arm around her shoulders to stake his claim, and Jake frowns at the new wolf in the room.

Then some more walk on in to my very small apartment - which once seemed so much larger before I stumbled headfirst into the world of Devin Cole and his massive homes.

"This is Ther, Kry, and Hale," I introduce.

"Sheesh.  Do you always travel with an entourage these days?" Jake mocks sardonically.

I giggle slightly at his completely baffled and stupefied look.  Jake always says I'm too predictable, and I've been anything but such a thing since the moment I met Devin.

“
We were wondering if you'd go with us to grab a drink," Devin says misleadingly.

Jake shrugs.  "I just found out my sister is getting married, has moved, and my parents have gone on a vacation for the first time in years after our childhood home was destroyed.  I think a drink sounds mighty damn good right about now," he huffs.

I smile lightly, and Devin scoops my hand in his as we walk out the door.  Jake's eyes keep a suspicious lock on Devin, even though he's not paying Jake any attention at all.

"Which bar are we hitting?" Jake asks.

"Whichever you suggest," Devin offers kindly.

Jake still acts unimpressed by my perfect fianc
é.  Devin is completely aware of the loathing distaste Jake is demonstrating, but he's not letting on.

"Do Mom and Dad know?" Jake growls.

"Yeah.  We told them before they went to Devin's beach home for the month," I say while my eyes stay trapped in Devin's.

"Wow.  So he did some major sucking up," Jake jokes.

"They needed a break," I sigh, although it was purely intended to keep them safe.

"So you and Devin were on a boat?" Jake asks curiously, disguising his probing as idle chitchat.

"We all were," Camara adds.

"So you really do go everywhere with them," Jake dramatizes with wide eyes.

Devin smirks slightly, and Hale leans up to whisper in his ear.  It's so low that even I can't hear it.  Jake tugs on my hand as he whispers to me.

"These people are so
… odd.  This isn't like a cult or something, is it?" he asks worriedly.

Devin stifles a grin, letting me know he just listened in, while Camara, Deacon, Ther, and Hale suppress a smile as well.  I roll my eyes as I speak with an equally dramatic tone.

"No.  They're just really good friends, almost like family," I add.

"That's what cult members say.  I did a story on one just four months ago," he murmurs in his nearly muted tone - well, nearly muted to a mortal.

"I know you did," I mumble.  That was the article that plagued my mind when Devin kidnapped me to take me to his mother.  I thought he was psychotic.  "But, it's not a cult, or any other sort of brainwashing family.  It's a lo-"

"Long story.  Yeah, you've said that - over and over," he gripes in interruption while sulking.

"I know it's your nature to seek out a story, but there's nothing to seek out here.  It's really just a bunch of boring details you won't understand until you fall in love," I lie.

"Love," he laughs.  "Me?  You've been in la-la land for too long it seems," he snarks, and just like that, this conversation has shifted.

I suck at diversions my ass.

We make it outside to the vehicle, and we all load up with Kry taking over the driver's seat of the large SUV.  Deacon, Camara, and Ther hop in the very back.  Hale acquires the passenger seat up front, and my brother, Devin, and I load up in the middle.

"You still changing flavors weekly?" I scoff.

"More like daily.  Women are so frigging annoying after a minute," Jake dramatizes.

Camara turns to scold him with her eyes, and the guys begin chuckling at the little remark.

Jake slumps down under the offended eyes of Camara glaring at him.  I laugh a little as I try to scold him.