(Derek's POV)All throughout dinner, Luke kept staring at Reagan and I with that wary expression that I knew all to well. His unspoken worry for his daughter's safety had him on edge because this was after all a forbidden relationship.This was a big gamble on my part, me being an Elder. Not only am I compromising Reagan's life but mine as well.When my family, especially my father, knows about this, he was sure to go hell bent in screaming at the top of his lungs about how stupid and reckless I was in tarnishing the family name and all the things they held dear all in the name of Kolinkar legacy.But, they had no idea that our family carried a secret that bounded me and Reagan to the prophecy.A prophecy that may end my life.However, I had a gut feeling my father knew something about our ancestor, Constantine. It was odd that he never mentioned about him, not even my great grandfather as well.Then again, secrets were after all left hidden.We decided to head back to New York tomorr

Derek's POVFor the first time in my life, I have never felt so utterly helpless.As a pureblood (a strong and powerful one at that) and the fact that I had lived for so long, I always made sure that whatever life was thrown my way, I took everything in confident strides, but this? When it came to someone so dear to me... who I love with everything that I have in me suffer in pain and there was nothing I can do about it...It is hard... so damn hard not being able to do anything and I loathe myself for it."Ma cherie," I said to Reagan, stroking the side of her face with great delicacy. I was sitting at the edge of her bed, fussing over her like a doting grandma and I could tell she was getting irritated with me. "Please, are you sore everywhere? Does your head hu--""Derek!" Reagan interjected, gritting her teeth. "Will you shut up for a minute? You're worst that a doting grandma."I sighed deeply and went to intertwine my hand with hers, squeezing it lightly. "I can't help it - I'm

Reagan's POVThe last time I've seen my mother was a few months ago, when Bryson, Ciara and I went to have dinner at that expensive restaurant.She wasn't alone at that time, and my chest tightened as if someone had a steely grip on it, seeing at the sight of her new-found happiness. She was with her new husband (whatever his name is, and I wouldn't care less if he was now my step-dad) and - swallowing a huge lump that lodge up my throat - cradling a baby boy in her arms.My half blood kin.That thought alone had me fuming, that pent up rage of remembering the abandonment, the lies, for turning the blind eye of the abuse and that bitter taste of resentment slowly edging at the tip of my tongue as I watched her walk towards my bed.As I fixed her a cold gaze, I had to admit that she looked better. Her once dull caramel colored hair was now shiny and vibrant, her soft facial features were beaming with sickening joy. Today she had on jeans, a ruffle collared blouse and had put on minimal

Reagan's POVAs much as I tried to understand what had just happened, my mind couldn't seem to wrap around it.Bryson's sudden cold treatment had left me confused, if not had my heart clench a bit - a slight pang in the heart from this unexpected frosty relation. I just don't understand; even though we had history together, we first started out as close friends. We knew that it'd be stupid to throw that away and we proved that when I came back after two years, but this... this was all too sudden for me and from knowing him inside and out, he isn't the kind of guy who would go frigid for no apparent reason.Something was definitely off with this scenario.Shaking my head, I decided to corner him later at lunch and demand for an explanation. Besides, he did want to talk to me and I was curious.With a sigh, I headed over to my locker to get the necessary books for my morning class. Just as I was about to open my locker, an annoyingly familiar voice chirped up, making me grind the edges

Bryson's POVI didn't know whether to laugh, or strangle at my spiritual self in the neck for talking bullshit.What was he smoking? Me? Not an ordinary Alerian, and meant to save Reagan?That's just... impossible!You couldn't just sprung that on someone like it's the most casual thing in the world. We were not in England drinking tea with the Queen of England in a freaking afternoon!“What do mean I am meant to save Reagan?” I asked through gritted teeth. “Please do enlighten me, or...”This prophecy was doing my head in.He narrowed his eyes to thin slits. I kept on forgetting he doesn't respond well to threats, but what the fuck did I care? This circumstance was making me gibberish in the head right now.“Or what?” he responded deathly calm.”Remember, Bryson I don't appreciate being threatened, or need I remind you I could break your bones with a simple flick of my finger.”“Just tell me, dammit!” I hissed at him. “We are wasting time alone with this testosterone filled conversati