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 Chapter 2

 

 Adam had just left Ulrica’s room. She  was already on her feet and ordering her pack  around. Even though they were far beneath  the surface, Adam swore he could hear the  rain Tio’s weather masters had called on to  quench the flames of the battlefield. Adam had  been around to all the injured. “I think that’s  everyone,” he was muttering to himself. He  had four hours until they would return to  battle. “What do I do till then,” he wondered.  He began wandering from room to room  searching for a place to rest. The stone  corridors made it so that his footsteps echoed  from wall to wall. Adam was about to turn a  corner when he collided with a fuming Emma.

 

 “Adam, where have you been I have  been looking all over for you!” I yelled at him  after we had gotten back on our feet. “Excuse  me for attending to the wounded,” he  countered. “Why were you looking for me?” he  asked. I paused. I couldn’t remember my  reason. Ulrica! Right! “I just wanted you to  heal Ulrica is all,” I told him. “Well, she’s fine.  In fact, I’ve been through every room and  healed all the people who had been injured,”  he replied. “Oh, that’s good,” I told him. We  started walking together to no place in  particular. I told him about the discussion  Carmen and I had with Master Tio. I told him  that if our hunch was correct, then Fu has  been behind this whole thing. That he knows  all our powers, so the chance of surprise was  out of the question, and that we didn’t have a  chance of surviving. It got quiet, for a good  while we walked in silence. I could tell Adam  was having a hard time comprehending this.  The idea that death may only be a few hours  away was a lot to take in after all. I hadn’t  accepted it yet. If I had I wasn’t sure if I would  be able to function. The notion of death was in  the back of my mind, but it was something I  decided to avoid dwelling on.

 

 Finally Adam broke the silence, “I killed  more bad guys than you,” he gloated. I shook  my head and nudged him, “You always were  bad at math,” I countered. “I took down way  more demons than you.” He laughed at my  audacity, “Well aren’t you full of yourself,”  criticized Adam. “No, I am honest. There is a  difference,” I faked an arrogant sneer then  stuck my tongue out at him like a five year old.  “You do realize cutting air doesn’t count as  beating up a demon,” Adam nudged me back.  I gave him a dirty look. “Don’t hate the player,  hate the game,” he raised his hands in  defense. “Face it, Adam, now you owe me a  chocolate cake when this is over,” I told him.  He laughed, “Only if it is to smash in your  face! Loser,” he teased. “And ruin this flawless  skin? I don’t think so,” I made a show of  stroking my face. Our trash talking lasted until  a Reciliux foot soldier found us. “Komodo  Dragon,” he saluted. Then the soldier turned  to me, “Goldenflame,” he saluted. We waited  for him to say something of importance and  when that didn’t come we continued walking.  “Wait,” the soldier stopped us. “What is it?” I  said sounding exasperated. “I was sent to  show you to your quarters,” he replied.  “Quarters?” Adam and I looked at each other.  “So that you may relax before we return to  battle,” he told us. That sounds really nice, I  thought to myself. We let the scrawny little  soldier show us to our rooms. Adam’s room  was just across the hall from mine, and  Carmen had been placed next door. I wasn’t  sure what to expect from this underground  labyrinth, but my room was beautiful. After  seeing the tiny room they had placed Ulrica in  the last thing I thought to see was a large  room, but it was huge. The glow from the  torches surrounding the walls gave it a warm  glow that soothed me. A queen sized bed with  blood red sheets lay in front of me. To my  right, was a couch in front of a fireplace. I  gasped, the room had a shower! I shed my  armor immediately leaving me in only a t-shirt  and jeans which I shed next. Underground  plumbing, I smiled. This place was fancy. I  tested the water to make sure it was hot enough and then turned the shower head on. I  slipped out of my outfit and let the water run  down my back. The water felt so good against  my skin. The water was so warm that I just  wanted to stand under it forever. I had always  considered showers as more of a luxury than  a hygienic necessity. I felt as though if I stood  there long enough maybe I would melt away  down into the drain along with the water. I  noticed the soap they had placed in there for  me. It smelled of mangoes, my favorite. I was  glad to replace the scent of sweat and demon  blood with something more appealing. I took a  deep breath and finally forced my body to  leave the comfort of my liberating waterfall. I  managed to find a towel and curled up in the  large red bed provided for me.

 

 “You smell like a fruit salad,” the sound  of Adam’s voice woke me up. I slowly opened  my eyes and had to blink a few times before  everything came into focus. Adam lay beside  me. He had ditched his Komodo Dragon  uniform for something a little more  comfortable. He wore a red hoodie, using the  hood to cover his face and black jeans. “How  long was I out?” I asked him. “Not long,  probably about thirty minutes or so,” he  answered. I was still lying in my wet towel.  “There should be a change of clothes in your  closet,” said Adam. “Reciliux?” I asked. Adam  nodded. I found my closet and pulled out my  faded jeans and an Atreyu t-shirt that I had  bought at one of their concerts. Even though  Adam had his hood covering his face I still  went to the bathroom to change. My  strawberry blond hair had turned into a mess  of curls and my blue eyes looked worn with  Stress.

 

 When I came back out, Carmen was  sprawled out on my couch with book in hand  in front of the fireplace. She wore a black mini  skirt and white sweater. “The lighting here is  terrible,” she squinted at the pages in her  book then finally she threw a fireball into the  fireplace, “That’s much better,” she smiled. Carmen looked so at ease whenever she was  reading. Her straight dark brown hair hung off  the arm of the couch and her thick black  glasses hid her green eyes. Her eyes always  look greener when we fight; partly because  she doesn’t wear her glasses and partly  because her power tends to make every inch  of her shine. Not shine in a, “Ohhh sunny  day,” kind of shine, but simply an awakened  shine…if that makes any sense. “I’m going for  a walk,” I told them. Adam gave me a snore  while Carmen waved in response.

 

 I had barely stepped out of my room  when someone grabbed my arm and dragged  me to a bridge. It was a small bridge  overlooking the main hall. “Are you stupid or  something?” It was Ulrica and she was angry.  Her glamour was still down so I could see her  wolf like features, but she had changed into a  light pink dress that hugged her curves. “Last I  checked my grades in school are just fine,  thanks,” I told her while rubbing my arm where  she had cut off my circulation. “You have been  a Goldenflame for less than a year. You don’t  stand a chance! If it were a mere demon then  maybe, but a God, Emma! Are you crazy?!  Your past life could have wiped out all the  demons outside in a heartbeat without  breaking a sweat while you are exhausted  after disposing of half that,” she was furious.  “Don’t yell at me you’re the one who was  injured remember,” I responded. “I’m not a  Chosen Angel,” her yelling had ceased, but  she was still fuming. “What are you thinking,”  asked Ulrica. “I am thinking that I can’t give  up. I’m thinking that everyone has already  planned my funeral, but we will never know if I  don’t try!” I knew I sounded stupid, but that’s  what I was thinking. “You are no good to any  of us dead. You should retreat for now and get  stronger,” said Ulrica. “There you go!  Assuming that I’m not capable! Do not  underestimate me, Ulrica,” now she was  pissing me off. It got quiet for a minute and I  thought I had won the argument but then  Ulrica spoke. She was leaning against the  railing of the bridge looking calm. “If you can  beat me, then I will let you go,” she told me.  “'Let?' What makes you think you have a  choice in the matter?” I asked her. “Because  you have to get passed me first,” the next  thing I knew she lunged at me. I dodged her  attack easily, but was sideswiped with an  unexpected kick. “You must like that medical  wing,” I retorted. Ulrica’s greatest advantage  was speed. She was nearly impossible to  dodge, and she moves too fast for me to land  a blow. If only I could get one good hit in, I  thought to myself. Clothes must really slow  Ulrica down because her movements were  much slower than they used to be. I wasn’t  sure if I would be able to avoid her true speed.  Good thing I don’t have to worry about that  right now. Ulrica’s only weapons were her  fangs and claws so close combat was her  specialty. I was fairly certain that I was  stronger than her, but strength doesn’t make  me a better fighter. I managed an upper cut  into her chest. Now that I had her off balance I  was able to throw her to the ground. She  rolled to the side, evading another one of my  punches. I couldn’t let her get back on her  feet, so I kept the punches coming. “Are you  playing with me, Goldenflame, or is this all you  got?” she laughed at me. She jumped to the  ceiling and used it as leverage to make her  even faster. This left me with a direct attack to  my torso. I had left myself wide open. It hurt  like hell, but with her at close range, I grabbed  her arm and I wasn’t letting go. I gave her a  head butt and couldn’t help but laugh at the  sight of her stumbling in dizziness. Ulrica  began laughing too, “Always knew you were  hard headed.” The two of us must have  looked ridiculous; exchanging blows while  laughing so hard that tears came to our eyes.  Ulrica had started to spin like a ballerina and  every once and awhile an arm or a leg would  swing out and almost hit me. I kept stepping  back and was almost to the edge of the  bridge. Her ballerina antics only increased my  Laughter.

 

 “I win,” I declared. I was straddling  Ulrica after knocking her to the floor, and my  forearm was pushing against her wind pipe.  My right arm was held in the air, ready for a  punch. “It’s a tie,” she told me. What was she  talking about? I obviously won. Then I felt her  sharp claws against my skin and a small  droplet of blood slid down my throat. I stood  and helped Ulrica to her feet. “So are you  going to let me go?” I asked her. “Yes, but I’m  going with you.” Neither one of us took that  fight seriously though. If we had there would  have been some real damage. “You're weak,  Emma,” said Ulrica. “I know,” was all I could  say. So we stood together watching the  people in the main hall scurry about like ants. I  laid my head against the cool stone railing.  “Any regrets?” I asked. “Huh?” wondered  Ulrica. “If tonight is your last night, do you  have any regrets?” She took a minute to think  about it. “At my age, there is no point in  regrets,” she answered, but that sadness that  rarely springs out of her showed in her eyes  for a glimmer of a second. Normally I would  assume that I was imagining things, but this  time I knew what I saw. I was starting to get to  know Ulrica’s facial expressions and what the  shine in her eyes meant. “What do your loved  ones think about you doing this?” she asked  me. “They don’t know,” I told her. “You mean  you didn’t tell them?” she seemed generally  surprised. “What was I supposed to do?  Leave a note on the counter ‘went to war be  back soon’?” the thought made me laugh. “No  boyfriend?” she probed. “Naw I’ve never had  much luck with guys,” I groaned in  embarrassment. I made the mistake of  glancing at Ulrica and then sighed. ‘You want  to know why, don’t you?” she nodded. “For  one, I am a terrible flirt, and second, according  to Liz, guys find me intimidating. My last  boyfriend cheated on me. Which is  understandable considering I’m an ancient  warrior and all,” I gave her a half smile to  show I didn’t care. “What do you think?” I  asked. “I think you are a sixteen year old girl,”  said Ulrica. I lifted my head off the railing I  wasn’t expecting an answer like that. Her  words were simple and yet…they reached me.  I thought about what Dane had said to me  earlier. “Ulrica, Dane told me that your heart  was icy… as if it no longer existed,” I told her.  “What’s your point?” she asked. “I was just  curious as to why,” I told her. “Like all  cowards, once a heart is broken you tend to  guard it more carefully,” she shrugged.  “Maybe I hit you a little too hard on the head.  Did you just refer to yourself as a coward?”  Ulrica was showing me a side of her I had  never seen before. To me, she was always  dangerous, fierce, and unexpected, but today  she was almost gentle. Then something  occurred to me. “When Liz was alive, you said  that her past life hated you. Why?” “My pack  had grown in size, so I was expanding our  territory. In the process, I killed several  humans. The Chosen Angels tended to frown  upon that, but the Illusionist in particularly. I  think I killed one of his friends. I don’t  remember,” answered Ulrica. So Ulrica had  murdered humans. I wasn’t sure how I felt  about that. Maybe I didn’t want to know about  her past after all.

 

 “Guarding your heart doesn’t make you  a coward,” I went back to staring at the people  below us. “Really now?” her voice had gone  back to its mischievous self. She wrapped her  tail around my waist and pulled me closer to  her. She sniffed my hair, “Mmm, I love  mangoes,” she teased. “When are you going  to learn what personal space is!” I pushed her  away. Why is she always picking on me? “I  am going back to my room to let the others  know that you’ll be going into the doorway  with us,” I told her. She only giggled at me.  “Stupid wolf,” I muttered before walking off.

 

 I was almost back to my room when  Adam found me. “Hey let’s go,” he ordered  “Where?” I asked. “You’re hungry aren’t you?”  he told me. He was right I was hungry. He led  me down a familiar corridor I was starting to  learn my way around this labyrinth. I called my  staff to me feeling lonely without it. The staff  was a part of me even when it wasn’t beside  me I could feel it. “You have got to see this  place Emma you’ll love it,” said Adam. “Adam  just tell me where you’re taking me already,”  he knew I hated surprises. “We’re almost  there,” he answered. “But this one leads to the  medical wing doesn’t it?” I remembered  walking through here when Carmen and I  were trying to find clues to who are enemy  was. “I think we made a wrong turn at  Albuquerque,” I told Adam as I trailed behind  him. Then Adam took a left turn into a room I  hadn’t even noticed was there before. He  covered my eyes with his hands and pushed  us through swinging doors into a room that  smelled like my grandma’s house. It was the  Reciliux kitchen, but no one was here. “Are we  allowed to be in here?” I asked Adam. He  shrugged, “Don’t know, don’t care.” “Well you  brought me here. Are you going to cook for  me?” He better not have only come to get me  to make me cook because I sure as hell was  not in the mood. I wanted to be lazy while I  had the chance. “Naw, that is what the chef is  for,” said Adam. Chef? What chef? The place  was deserted. The kitchen was full of stainless  steel ovens, two freezers and a fridge.  Hanging from the ceiling was a shelf that ran  the length above the stone counter. Pots and  pans dangled off of the shelf. It looked like  there was an island just for knives. “Adam, we  are the only ones here,” I told him. “Sorry, I  was trying to fix the fryer,” said a thick  southern accent. Behind one of the kitchen  appliances stepped out a big man with curly  brown hair and glasses. He was tall with big  arms and covered in flour. His apron also had  various sauces on it. “Name’s Cicero Johnson  Pleasure to meet you, Ma’am,” he smiled and  held out it his hand. “Emma Carter,” I said,  shaking his hand in response. “I’m Adam  Decker,” said Adam, Adam squeezed Cicero’s  hand tightly waiting for him to give in. They  tried to hide this little act of dominance, but  since Adam hid his emotions very well I  learned to take the slightest facial expression  into account. I took a seat at the counter,  setting my staff beside me, and sighed.  “Adam, let go of his hand so he can make us  something to eat,” I told him. I rolled my eyes,  Adam was ignoring me, and Cicero wasn’t  giving up anytime soon. Then I had an idea. I  got behind Adam and pressed myself into his  back, his shoulders twitched, so I knew I was  distracting him. I stood on the tips of my toes  to reach his face and blew air in his ear. Adam  instantly jerked back. He let go of Cicero and  held his hand to his ear. Adam didn’t say  anything, only glared. I laughed and took back  my seat at the counter. Cicero smiled at me  like nothing had happened. “I sense a mighty  fine wish for pancakes, Ma’am,” said Cicero.  “Pancakes sound great,” I told him. Adam  grunted like a cave man. “That means he  wants some, too,” I translated Adam’s  Neanderthal antics to the chef. “So Cicero,  while Adam is pouting, why don’t you tell me about yourself. You’re not from around here  are you,” I inquired. He gave a hearty laugh,  “Nice observation skills, lil miss. I am from  South Carolina. You want grits or hash browns  with your pancakes?” he asked me. “Um, what  are grits?” His eyes got wide and he shook his  head, “You yanks don’t know good cooking. I’ll  throw some grits on your plate for you, lil  miss,” he told me. “What’s a yank?” I  whispered to Adam. He merely shrugged.

 

 There was something weird about this  chef. He wasn’t like the rest of the Reciliux.  Then it struck me. “You’re human?” I asked  him. “Yes ma’am,” he told me. “How is that  possible? I mean, I thought humans didn’t  even know the Reciliux existed. Wait, humans  shouldn’t even be able to see us because of  glamour,” I looked at Adam for confirmation.  “Well you see my pa was not human. He was  a Reciliux soldier. When he died, the Reciliux  took me in, and you're right, as a human I  can’t see past glamour. That’s why the  Reciliux provided me with these glasses,”  Cicero pointed to the geeky glasses he had  on. “You’re saying those glasses help you see  what normal humans can’t?” I asked him. He  nodded. Then something occurred to me.  When we were at the yacht party before this  whole end of the world mess I could see  through the glamour surrounding any magical  creature at the party, but I couldn’t see past  the werewolves’ glamour. “Cicero, so those  glasses can see past anything?” I asked him.  He shrugged, “Far as I reckon.”

 

 Liz could see past the werewolves’  glamour as well. After all, Liz was the one who  first told me Ulrica wasn’t human. Cicero went  in the back to find some spices. “The  werewolves’ glamour is much stronger than  normal glamour and Liz was the Illusionist,  glamour was her specialty,” said Adam. “Oh  you’re done pouting now? And why would you  say that?” I turned to Adam. “Because that’s  what you were thinking about and I wasn’t  pouting. You were having so much fun talking  to the chef I didn’t want to interrupt,” he yelled  back. Ugh, I could never be around Adam for  too long before we started fighting. Something  about Adam always made me irrational so we  tended to butt heads a lot. “Stop yelling you  moron. You are being immature!” I yelled  back. “Why should I? You afraid we might  disturb that stupid chef?” yelled Adam. At this  point we were on our feet inches from each  other. He was so infuriating! “Why do you hate  Cicero so much? He has been perfectly nice,  and he is making us pancakes,” I asked him.  His stoic attitude gave me no clues as to what  he was thinking. “I want to talk to you without  him around…just the two of us,” said Adam. It  got quiet and we both sat back down. “Well,  what is it?” I asked him. He took my hands  and stared at me for what felt like forever. If he  didn’t speak soon I was afraid I might blush.  This was so unlike Adam. “Emma,” he started.  “Yes?” “Emma, I was wondering,” he stopped  himself. Whatever he wanted to talk to me  about he was having a hard time saying, but  finally he just blurted it out. “I was wondering  what you think my chances with Ulrica are?” I  immediately dropped his hands and turned  away from him, folding my arms across my  chest, “Zero,” I answered flatly. “Oh come on!  You two are friends, you can vouch for me!”  he pleaded. “First of all, there is nothing to  vouch, and second she is already with Dane,”  I told him. “Ulrica said her and Dane were not  a couple,” said Adam smugly. “If you know so  much about her, what do you need me for?  And just because Ulrica says they are not a  couple, doesn’t mean Dane will let you have  her,” he was starting to piss me off. “Blueberry  pancakes with scrambled eggs and grits,”  Cicero laid the plate down in front of me.  Everything smelled and looked amazing. My  irritation from Adam was almost gone thanks  to Cicero. I smiled at him and complimented  him on his cooking. From the corner of my eye  I saw the slight façade of a frown from Adam,  so I kept up the smiling and flirting just to piss  him off. The nerve of that guy; asking me to  hook him up with Ulrica. If he likes the girl, he  should do it himself, not try some charade to  trick her into liking him. Adam cleared his  throat, “Where is my food?” he interrupted us.  “Oh I’m mighty sorry I forgot you were here,”  said Cicero with a grin. “I’ll get right to  cooking,” he gave me another smile and went  to the back to grab more flour. “Fine. Next  time I see her, I’ll ask her out,” said Adam.  “You do that,” I snapped. Why was this  bothering me? It’s not like Ulrica would ever  say yes anyways. In fact, her turning him  down should be pretty funny. The thought  made me smile. Cicero soon came back with  a plate full of food for Adam. “If you don’t mind  me asking I was wondering if you would tell  me what the fourth angel was like…you know  before she was killed?” asked Cicero. I  dropped my fork and it clanged against my  empty plate. Cicero grew concerned, “I’m  sorry, I didn’t mean to upset ya.” “No, it’s ok.  The question just startled me is all,” I  reassured him. “You want to know about  Illusionist?” asked Adam. Cicero nodded,  “Curiosity, so if ya don’t wanna tell me, I got  you,” he told us. “I think this story calls for hot  chocolate,” I told Cicero. He nodded and  whipped up a batch of hot chocolate. He  poured some into a mug for me then added  marshmallows. Adam cleared his throat again,  so Cicero grabbed him a mug as well. “Her  name was Elizabeth Mathews, but everyone  called her Liz,” I told him after sipping my hot  coco. “She was a spunky little thing. Always  trying so hard to make everyone think she  was tough,” Talking about her made me smile.  “She looked up to Emma, she wanted to be  just like her,” added Adam. “But despite her  rough exterior, she was the kindest person I  have ever met. It must have taken a lot of  strength to love the way she did. She loved  with all her heart even though sometimes it  hurt too much to care. Whenever she was  upset, she would play it off like she was fine to  make other people around her happy.” “Oh  please, you’re making her sound like a sap,”  Interrupted Adam. “She had a decent right  hook and didn’t take crap from anyone. You’d  have to be a real thick head to cross her  path,” said Adam. We cheered to that  sentiment. Liz had been the youngest of us  four so I felt the need to protect her…I couldn’t  even do that right. My last words to her were  in anger. I wanted to cry, but Goldenflames  don’t cry. “Emma,” I looked at Adam. His  honey brown eyes were always intriguing, but  shrouded beneath his dark brown hair. I ran  my fingers through his hair to brush it out of  his face. He had a firm chin and his skin color  was a shade darker than mine so in  comparison I looked a lot whiter than I actually  was. Adam has been my friend for a long time.  Despite our constant fighting, he was  someone to rely on. He was safe. Adam never  wanted to be a Chosen Angel. He hates the  idea completely, and yet he continues to fight.  Adam is the only one that has memories from  his past lives. He is convinced that we are  nothing more than destroyers rather than  saviors. I punched him, “Quit staring at me.”

 

 “There are rumors going about how the  Chosen Angels aren’t going to make it. I just  want y’all to know it has been a pleasure  meeting you and that I’ve got faith that you’ll  return just fine,” said Cicero. “Don’t count us  out just yet, cowboy,” I told him. “Especially  when we haven’t even begun to show the bad  guys our dance moves,” said Carmen, walking  in with Ulrica and Dane trailing behind her.  “And I’m a wicked dancer,” added Ulrica.  Ulrica and Dane were still in civvies while  Carmen had changed back into her Jade  Magician uniform. “Hi, the name’s Carmen  Jockolva, pleasure to meet you,” said  Carmen, extending her hand to Cicero.  “Howdy,” he replied. “Jockolva you say?  Hmm... That sounds mighty familiar,” Cicero  made a weird face that I assumed meant that  he was trying to remember something.  Carmen rolled her eyes and sighed. “Great  even down here it’s famous,” she grumbled.  “That’s it!” Exclaimed Cicero. “Are you the heir  to Jockolva Industries?” he asked. Carmen  began fidgeting with her green cloak, “Yep  that is me.” Carmen’s family owned an  international business corporation and was  therefore extremely wealthy. Having so much  money made it possible for Carmen to let  Adam and Liz live with her. Liz had been an  orphan who ran away from her foster parents,  so she just decided to live in Carmen’s  mansion. Adam sent his little brother to live in  Texas because it was impossible for Adam to  provide a good life for him. With his little  brother taken care of, Adam decided to move  in with Carmen as well. Adam’s father was a  no show and his mother had died not too long  ago. He tried to take care of his little brother,  Logan, on his own instead of sending him into  the foster care system, but once becoming a  Chosen Angel entered the picture it was just  too much for him to handle. Adam’s grades  had been down the toilet, so not having to  worry about paying for an apartment helped  him to relieve stress and focus on school. I  half lived with Carmen myself. I stayed there a  lot but technically I still lived in a small  apartment with my five brothers, dad, and  dad’s girlfriend. I guess you could say we  were just one big happy family. The Jockolva  mansion was a haven for misfits. However,  Carmen was expected to take over the family  company one day and from what I could tell,  this was not something she wanted. I learned  at a very young age the importance of money  so I considered Carmen lucky. With her  money Carmen was able to help people, but  she also felt tied to society’s expectations of  her. Being a Chosen Angel didn’t help matters  either. Even destiny had its grimy claws  wrapped around Carmen. I knew she felt  helpless, like a puppet, so many decisions  made for her. As for me, becoming a Chosen  Angel was liberating I had never felt so free. I  was the girl who felt uncomfortable in her own  skin. I hated everyone around me and wanted  nothing more than to be left alone. Carmen,  Adam, and little Liz were the only ones able to  tolerate my bad attitude but once we found out  we were Chosen Angels it was like I finally  knew who I was…that I existed.

 

 Carmen made a face, “What is that?”  she pointed to the remnants of my grits.  “Watery oatmeal,” I replied. “Those are grits  ma’am and they’re a southern favorite,”  corrected Cicero. Carmen just shrugged.  “Calm down, cowboy, I was only kidding.  They’re really not that bad,” I told Cicero.

 

 “Ulrica Daciana,” “Dane Watson,” they  introduced themselves. “So Mr. Chef, could  you whip up two steaks, rare, two baked  potatoes, spaghetti, crab legs, tacos and…oh  French fries, please,” ordered Ulrica. “Yes,  ma’am,” answered Cicero. “Would you like  anything, lil miss?” Cicero asked Carmen.  “Just coffee thanks,” she told him.

 

 “That’s a lot of food,” I commented. “Us  wolves burn through calories pretty quickly  we’ve got to keep our energy up,” explained  Dane. I could hear the sizzling of meat being  cooked and the clang of pans as Cicero and  what I was assuming was the rest of the  kitchen staff prepared the food. A member of  the kitchen staff brought Carmen her coffee.  Ulrica took a seat on the opposite side of the  counter not far from us but far enough that if  she spoke I wouldn’t be able to hear her over  the sound of bustling chefs working on her  long order. Adam got up to sit next to her.  Poor Adam, his little heart is about to be  squashed, I thought to myself. He would be  back in a minute sulking, and I was going to  laugh at his failed attempt. The thought made  me giggle.

 

 But something unexpected happened.

 Ulrica was smiling. Was she…could she…be  flirting back? That’s impossible. She would  never waste her time on Adam. Did she just  touch his shirt?! I was shocked. Maybe Adam  had game after all. They were laughing  Together!

 

 Dane took a seat next to me, “That’s just  how she is,” he told me. “What are you talking  about?” their laughing irritated me. “Ulrica is a  frivolous creature. She does what she wants,  whenever she wants. Even if it means toying  with a young boy’s heart just to pass the time,”  said Dane. Was she toying with me too? “That  is just cruel,” I responded. Dane simply  shrugged which only made me angrier. “You  love Ulrica, so why doesn’t this bother you!” I  asked him. He gave me a cold look, “Because  that is who she is.” I looked back at the two  enjoying each other’s company, “I don’t  believe that,” I said absent mindedly. I couldn’t  help but think back to the way Ulrica looked  when she called herself a coward. Maybe she  was frivolous, but I guess I wanted to believe  she was more than that. Adam scooted closer  to Ulrica’s side. “Ugh! I can’t just sit here and  let her string him alo