********Nero POV******* The sound of the front door opening echoed in my ear, and I raised my head, staring at the dining room entrance.  It took a couple of seconds before my gaze rested on Blake, walking by, and I asked, "Where are you going?" "Can we not talk about it!" Blake mumbled, her back turned to me. Then she walked away, and I left my seat following her upstairs, still feeling indecisive about what to do. When I got to her room door, I knocked since she locked it, and I called out, "Blake, open the door." "Please, Nero, can you not do this, not now!" Blake shouted, and I could hear

*******Nero POV******* Not a single word Blake said to me as she sat at the counter, staring intensely at me with an absent look in her eyes.   The toaster went off with a little click, and I tried to get the two slices of bread out of it when I felt hands hug onto my waist.   "What're you making?" Blake whispered, her head resting on my back.   "Toast with cheese," I mumbled, laying the bread on the plate.    Her grip on me got tighter, and I knew something was off about the way she was acting this morning, but she refused to open up about it.    Yet, I gave my curiosity a little pus

*******Nero POV******   The audacity of Blake is getting on my nerve. If I didn't have people in the Hayes' mansion, I would still be in the dark about the death of Loki's driver, her going back home with bloody jeans, and getting slapped by Loretta.   "Are you okay?" Luna's voice forced me to stare away from my screen and focused on her, intensely staring at me.   "Huh?" I mumbled, still disturbed that Blake had not replied to my text yet.   "You haven't touched your food since your phone buzzed a while back, and that's all you have been paying attention to, even though I am sitting right in front of you."   "You know what… you are right. I am distracted,

********Blake POV******* It sucks to be right, but I was. It's been only two days since I left Nero's house, and he has gone completely silent on me. Right, I know this is what I want, and I was the one who left him. But a part of me was hoping that he… I don't know…will maybe ask me to go back home. Yet, he is still seeing Luna, and I feel, so freaking numb because I don't know how to process any of my emotions. I am afraid to feel a thing because then I will have to listen to my heart which is telling me to go back to Nero.  Thankfully, Loki didn't bug me when I told him I wasn't going to school until after the full moon. I don't think I would have the strength to see Nero every day.

******Jason POV******* Loyalty is a burden that has me still visiting Nero even though every time I see him, I want to knock the shit out of him. I know that he knows he's making a terrible mistake to let Blake go. But I guess whatever he and Vladimir Fang discussed that day, it had messed with his head so badly. His father has a high influence on him, especially if it's something relating to his mother. If Vladimir says jump, even if Nero rebels, he will at last ask, "How high!"  The respect that I have for Vladimir is great, but I have spent my entire life with Nero. We both watch each other grow up, and that's how I know Blake is not like the others.  That's why it was so freaking easy, although painful, for me to suppress my growing desire for her.  And that's the reason, I am standing in the hallway of Nero's villa, hoping that I can convi