The Twin

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Mystery POV

"They're going to help him find his mate again," May said as she jumped down from the tree.

I stared at my hand, watching the shadows slowly fade away. I silently nodded, deciding on what to do next. I didn't trust Athos, but I didn't want to assume things either.

"So, are we just going to leave?" She asked, frowning at my silence.

I glanced at her, "No, I'm still going to watch over them. They're going to search for Layla, if her father catches them..."

"Is her father the hunter?"

"Yes."

"So...what can we do?"

I released a breath, "Protect them."

Olivia's POV

"So, where are we going to start?" I asked, plopping down on the bed.

Vincent laid beside me, reading through his texts, "Apparently he met her in Pennsylvania, we're going to go there first. There's a coven of vampires there, she was staying with them."

"Do they know?"

"I'm not sure, Athos isn't comfortable sharing information yet. My father apologized and they talked everything out, but my uncle is unpredictable at times. He'll either become angry or do this, remain silent."

I frowned, "What is his mate's name?"

"Layla Evens, she was raised by her mother. That's all we know," he replied.

"Your family has a lot of drama."

"Really? I haven't noticed."

"Sarcastic asshole."

He flipped me off before turning his phone off and rolling onto me. I smiled up at him, not bothering to move when his hand cupped the heat in between my legs.

"I could really use some sex therapy," he mumbled against my neck.

I rolled my eyes, "You could use some therapy in general."

"Ha.Ha. Very funny. Fuck you."

"You wish."

He grumbled something else, the vibrations of his words ran against my skin as I held him. I soon drifted into my thoughts, thinking of the events from the past few weeks. I smiled a little, unable to stop myself from thinking of Vincent's adorable smile or his way of making me laugh. There's no denying that I love him, that he's my world.

I yawned and fell asleep, my head resting against his as the darkness claimed me.

"Vincent? Why are you up?" I yawned, flipping on the kitchen light. As soon as I saw the bruises all over his back, I immediately asked questions.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion when he just stared at me, his own puzzlement gracing his features. I stopped my interrogation and attempted to figure out what was wrong, but he only took a step away from me. He seemed uncertain, his entire body stiff with his perplexity.

"Are you okay?" I asked softly.

Something flashed in his eyes before he quickly masked it and turned away. I tilted my head, not understanding why he was acting distant. I went to grab his shoulder, but he swiftly grabbed my wrist.

"Don't," he whispered.

I frowned, "Answer my question, are you okay?"

"Yes. I'm fine."

His voice sounded different, but I couldn't figure out why. It didn't sound as deep, but it still held the same huskiness to it.

"Shouldn't you be in bed?" He suddenly asked.

He turned around and leaned against the counter, his blue eyes never leaving mine. I silently watched him take a sip of his coffee, unable to recall a time I saw him ever drink it.

"I woke up, I was thirsty," I answered.

He nodded, "I see. Well, I'm going to finish up some work. Goodnight, Olivia."

"Goodnight."

I watched him walk away, noticing a slight limp.

I woke up quickly, frowning as I stared at the ceiling. I glanced towards my side to see Vincent curled up in the sheets, sound asleep. I blew out a breath and rubbed my eyes, knowing I wouldn't be able to sleep now. I grabbed a towel from the closet, my mind focused on that memory the entire time.

That was the night I met Dominic. And I didn't even know.