Sebastian The perimeters of our lands are closely guarded. My father has shifts of shifters who patrol this area all day long and all night long. Yet, most every night, Dez and I come out and run along the border, not because we don’t trust my father’s

AriaI grasp the letter from my parents in my hands tightly and breathe it in, wishing I could smell my mother’s perfume, my father’s aftershave, on the paper. It only smells like a regular sheet of paper, nothing else, not even a trace of the gross smelling apartment I left them behind in. I feel bad that I can’t even pick up a fine trace of them, not even with my super smelling abilities. But at least I have something they touched, something they held in their hands, and their thoughts.I go to rip the letter open but realize the envelope has already been slit open at the top, from a letter opener. I feel violated as I pull the piece of paper from it’s container. Who had opened my mail? Why would they do that?It doesn’t take me long to realize it had to be someone from Kurts&r

Sebastian I am dreaming about Aria again. I know it is a dream because nothing like this would happen in real life, at least… it never has before. I am walking down the hallway near my office, and I hear a beautiful singing voice coming from one of the rooms nearby. I can’t help but follow the sound of the haunting melody, sung in a high soprano voice. The tune winds its way around my soul as it leads me closer to the source, much like a siren luring sailors to crash against rocky shores.I open the door and see Aria dusting a grand piano. She is alone in a room that doesn’t exist inside of our home. We do have a grand piano, but it’s in the parlor, not a side office. This room is nearly empty, other than the piano. And the girl.I walk into the room and notice her ski

I rush up the stairs, back to my room, even though I am conflicted at this point as to whether or not I should go speak to Dez or even Aria first. I know what I will choose to do after I dismiss Gloria. I know that I will choose to make Aria my personal maid, even though it is a mistake for more reasons than I can count. Being attracted to a servant is not a good idea, especially not the one that is responsible for cleaning my underwear and making my bed, but there isn’t anyone else I would dare ask.I won’t be asking. I need to remember that. Of course, it will come across that way when I invite her to my office, have her sit across from me like a client, and tell her what is going to happen. I will ask her if she would like to take the position when it comes out of my mouth, but even if she says she’d rather not, it is not an option. Once I’ve posed the question to her, she cannot

Aria I follow Sebastian up the stairs to his room, my pulse racing. I wish I would’ve had the opportunity to go tell Mim that I wouldn’t be back, but I can hardly do that now. I also wish I would’ve cleaned a little more quickly today. She’ll have so much to do herself. Maybe I can go and help her finish after I clean Sebastian’s room. We clean so many rooms downstairs during the day, I can’t imagine it could possibly talk me all day to clean his room and his bathroom.We are not using the staircase I normally use, the one in the back of the house, the one for help. Instead, we are using the main staircase, the one in the front of the house. I have never gone up or down these stairs and get a little lost admiring how elegant they are, with their hand carved railing and thick red carpeting.