"She wouldn't want that if she loved you," I say. I let myself out the car not waiting for him, as I walk in. Honestly, I’m not sure what I’m doing. There are too many secrets between us and I can’t be like the girl he is clearly remembering.

"Winter, please wait," Wyatt shouts behind me and I jump when he is suddenly in front of me. A brief whoosh of wind is the only sound that I heard in my ears.

"How did you?" I ask, backing away from him, a little worried now. I know Harris told me about other supernaturals but could I have been dating one the entire time? Is that why I feel like he is different. I look at Wyatt, seeing him in new eyes as everything comes together. I’m so stupid, of course, he is a supernatural and I know which one. It’s clear he is a vampire. The coldness of him, the fast speed and how he seems to struggle to be close to me, I imagine it’s hard to date your food source. Although I could imagine dating chocolate, yep that sounds good.

"Shit, sorry I didn't mean to," He stops talking suddenly, and grabs my arm, pushing me behind him.

"Your father wants to see you." A gravely dark voice says behind me. Wyatt’s whole body tenses as he looks over my shoulder. He moves around me, a quiet warning in his eyes as he looks at me once.

"Fine, let me take," Wyatt starts talking but the gravely speaking man speaks again.

"Let’s see the pretty food you have there." The man interrupts Wyatt.

"You will forget that you've ever seen her," Wyatt says, his voice dripping with power. The force of his words blast against my mind, making me want to do what he says. I let out a strangled gasp as I push him out of my head. Wyatt turns to look at me, fear ripping through his expression before I shake my head and he looks away.

"The king sent me for her and we have your blood in us. Don’t bother with your tricks little prince." The man says. I move slightly around Wyatt to have a look at the man. The man is a very tanned and huge, with a bold head that has a red crown tattooed on the side. He is wearing some kind of all black outfits that has a circle in red on the shirt pocket. I'm too far away to see what it is but it looks like a red crown, like his tattoo. His look is pure evil as he sneers at me and licks his lips.

"She isn't going anywhere," Wyatt says, his words dripping with a silent warning and crippling power.