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I tried to shield Dylan with my body while Apollo flinched at my annoyed gaze. But he was quick to bring his sole focus back on Dylan. He stormed into the room and didn’t stop till I was squished between the both of them. From between them I felt Apollo’s body heat up like an inferno.
“You have no fucking right.” He hissed, pointing in Dylan’s flushed face, causing him to look away.
Having had enough, I raised my palms and forced Apollo back, which he allowed for only a few steps, bringing me with him but his blue eyes were dark with violence.
“We can check if we want to, Apollo. That is all we were doing.” I said, feeling ridiculous having this conversation.
Why was I explaining this to him? And why was he jealous? He is in love with someone outside the circle!
“Just any reason, right?” Apollo seethed at Dylan before turning his eyes to me. “He already knew he wasn’t a part of our circle, Grace. He touched me already.”
I looked over at Dylan, who refused to look at me. His eyes cast down at the floor, his face crimson looking ashamed.
“I just wanted to be sure.” Dylan whispered, looking like he had done something sinful.
Apollo stepped forward, a finger pointing at his face. “You wanted something that wasn’t yours!”
I stared at Apollo, wide eye at the words he just uttered. The very same words people shouted at him, the very same words that hurt him when they flung his way and acted like he didn’t care. His anger and spiraling frustration was blinding him of his own belief.
I wasn’t having it.
“You don’t have the right to talk!” I snapped in anger, seething at his hypocrisy.
It was Apollo’s time to pale. He even stumbled back as his anger took a downfall. That blazing fury was now a simmering smoke cloud that burned with every breath.
“This is… this is different!” Apollo hissed, not really heated like before. He couldn’t stop his eyes flickering back and forth between Dylan and me.
“Different how?” I was raging way past the anger I felt from before, and it didn’t help as I noticed Vincent by the doorway, his frosty glaze taking all this in.
His doing.
“I think I should go.” Dylan spoke, looking at me apologetically as he went to leave. But I was glad as he didn’t need to witness this.
Apollo's eyes darkly tracked Dylan. His body burned, longing for destruction so much that it made him shake. His teeth were bare, and his fists clenched. I didn’t think he was in his right mind at this point. Even with the barrier I placed between us I felt his anger. His rage at the lack of control he was feeling as the embers inside him started to ignite again.
I pushed Apollo, bringing his blazing eyes back on me. “You got some nerve! You have no right.”
“I have every right!” Apollo yelled.
He shook as his body flushed with boiling red. His hair looked untamed as he stood tense, quivering as his emotions banged on the barrier that I put between us. He was drowning right now, and I felt his reach for me to help, but I couldn’t.
He wanted this and he had to live with the consequences.
“How can you say that? You expect me to be loyal to our circle when you won’t?” I was amazed at his thought process. Apparently, his anger had taken hold of him, and he wasn’t thinking clearly. Or maybe he didn’t know me as I thought he did.
I wouldn’t do that to our circle.
I couldn’t. They deserved better than that.
Apollo said nothing as he raged, pacing the room, knocking equipment down in anger.
“Have you thought about their circle? How would they feel?” I shouted, unable to hold in my questions. The hurt filed my wrath at him.
Apollo looked away, seething, “They don’t need to worry about that.”
They rejected their circle for Apollo?
That thought made me sick.
“I don’t know if I can do this.” I faltered, wrapping my arms around my stomach. I wanted the agony to stop. It hurt too much. It was all too much.
“Don’t say that.” Apollo growled, taking a step towards me. He was still vibrating in anger, and I knew we needed space.
I needed space. So, I ran.
I heard the shout of ferocity from Apollo as I ran down the halls. My eyes stung, blinding me while I relied on muscle memory to take me back to my car. I tried to choke the sob. The need to curl up and cry was overwhelming.
I needed to be alone, to think.
“You need to go back to him, Grace!” Vincent yelled after me as I made it outside heading for my car.
I was done with today. Done with everything and everybody.
“You need to get off your high horse, Vincent.” I shouted, riding on the wave of anger and despair. He had no right to demand things from me when he didn’t know what was going on. “It honestly isn’t a good look on you.” I snapped, bubbling through the tears that ran down my cheeks.
I knew I was going to regret it later. But with mine and Apollo’s temper combined, I was running at full force.
Vincent was gaining on me, his long strides easily caught up.
“Oh, trust me. I’ve noticed how you’ve been looking at me.” Vincent snapped back with a growl, making me turn to him, his fist clenched. He towered over me with my back to my car, trapping me.
“You think I didn’t notice?” He mocked, stepping closer, entering my bubble. “Apollo finally popped your cherry, and now your eyes are wandering. He can’t be a good lay.” He gave a humorless chuckle as his face was twisted into something close to corruption.
This wasn’t school Vincent or even the one I met outside. This was another other persona.
Who the hell was Vincent?
The urge to slap him was great as I raised my hand to do just that, but his eyes flared up as he watched my hand hanging in the air.
He wanted me to slap him.
Whatever he had planned failed as I took a step back from him. Vincent was a calculated individual. He did things for a reason. Did he want me to slap him to get a hold of my emotions? Was I the type of person he believed I was?
Putting my hand down, I watched him for a moment. My cheeks burned from humiliation at the violence I so easily could do.
I was ashamed to admit he was also correct. I had been looking. Tiny glances, secret looks between us while he watched me back. The way he held himself was pleasing to my eye and I couldn’t help but gawk. The heat I would sometime feel when he took control, the way nothing seemed to affected him.
I swallowed tightly, forcing my anger and mortification down.
“You are just not worth it,” I said slowly.
Vincent blinked while his face went stoic but said nothing as I turned away from him.
Getting into my vehicle, I drove away.

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Who was I to come barging into his life? Demanding him to spill his secrets and stop his life he had before me? But him loving someone not part of our circle, how could I continue forward with that? Was I selfish to ask him to give them up? Or was he looking for more?
“Grace,” A voice from the trail path called out.
“What are you doing here?” I spat. My teeth protested at my grinding.
“I followed you.” Vincent spoke softly. His steps were slow while he approached me, his hands deep in his pockets. His gray eyes on me with hidden feelings.
“I want to be left alone.” I spoke, the anger washing away now as I stared out towards the lake. The dark clouds of the horizon rumbled. A storm was starting to form. It was beautifully terrifying seeing the purple and orange haze while the black cloud turned, coming this way.
“No, you don’t.”
“Trust me, I do.”
Vincent was quiet as he took a seat next to me. A cold breeze enveloped us, bringing goose pimples on my arms. We both watched the brewing weather from the distance. A type of calm peace settling before Vincent ruined it with a long sigh.
“You need to go back to him.” Vincent grumbled, bringing me out of my thoughts. Vincent sounded so… heavy. A longing tone while continuing to watch the storm advance closer.
“I don’t need to do anything.” I snapped but the anger was quick to deflate.
I was just so tired.
“That moron loves you, Grace.” My breath hitched as Vincent still looked towards the open lake. He didn’t look emotionless at this moment. On the contrary, he looked tired- exhausted even.
“Anyone could see how much he adores you.” he whispered. His steel-gray eyes went down towards me giving me a rare look at the soft pull on the corner of his lips, a small genuine smile.
“He is meant to love me.” A wave of sadness hit me.
I felt like a fraud. I was something he couldn’t control. We were meant to love the people who held our souls. We had no say over the matter. It was everything I feared, yet I was willing to accept it when I found him.
“But he loves another, someone without the circle bond. How could I compete with that?” I sounded bitter as my grief of the situation grew.
Was the other person also thinking the same? Were they worried about competing against a circle bond or did they fully trust in the bond that they had formed? What about their circle? Did they think of them?
Vincent got up and started to pace. His legs rapidly ate up the distance as he stormed back and forth in front of me. He was muttering under his breath as he looked like he was deep in thought.
Why was he trying to fix this? I thought with a sigh, He really needed another job.
He then turned to me, and what a sight he was.
The way he looked, his shirt untucked, ruffled hair as the glasses on his face glinted as the storm behind him edged closer, bringing a strong wind around us. Vincent pulled at his hair as he stared at me. He looked crazed and uncertain for the first time I had ever met him.
“I was sorting everything out. ′ His voice sounded hoarse before he paced again, the wind rattling between us as he went into his own world. “I was backing out when I heard he found you.”
Backing out?
My mouth went dry as I noticed it. His lower wrist held a tattoo. Instead of the Mundane one, I thought he could have. But, instead, there was a golden fish.
A golden koi fish.
Vincent, a golden Koi and Lucas, a silver one.
Both looked so similar, both the exact same style and position.
They were for each other.
He was the one from the storage room.
Vincent was Lucas’s lover, his love. He was the one he couldn’t let go of.
I tried to calm myself by taking a deep breath, but I couldn’t help as tears ran down my face.
“It’s you, isn’t it?” My voice was heavy as the humiliation pressed down on my body. The force was so great I had no choice but to bend into myself from the cold wind and the world.
“Grace-”
I choked on my breath. I couldn’t stop myself from crying. My eyes prickled as everything snapped in place.
Vincent warned me to stay away from Apollo. Him saying words that were so harsh and filled with annoyance. He kept a wave of anger I never could understand, and it was because he thought I was stealing Apollo away from him. The looks he also gave.
“Grace, he wanted to tell you.”
I put up a hand to stop him, and I swallowed thickly. My throat felt sealed off as I tried to talk without the thickness of my sorrow. “I heard the rumors- that you could be a Mundane.”
Vincent frowned as he took a step forward. I couldn’t help but step back, holding both my hands up. “I don’t want Lucas to feel like he has to choose.” I shook the image of Lucas’s face, that sadness and anger he had when I mentioned Vincent before.
How could I be so clueless!
“I am fine with you two still having a relationship.” I forced out, remembering the feeling of loneliness that I had felt from Lucas before. How suffocating it was for him. I couldn’t make Lucas feel like that.
Vincent paused, his face slackened before he spoke slowly. “You would do that?”
I nodded through the pain, “Of course- but I don’t know how the others out of my four will react. But I will help you two.”
There, I said it.
Maybe if Vincent wasn’t in front of me looking so defeated, I would say something different. But he was here. He looked so lost, and it made my head spin as so many questions came to mind, but I couldn’t ask.
Not yet.
I still needed time.
My chest hurt so much, but I was willing to allow Vincent into the circle. I wanted Lucas to be happy. That's what a circle did. We tried to make each other happy. Maybe Vincent could join our circle… even after the words Vincent spewed, I liked him, even though he was horrible sometimes. His controlling nature could be perfect for Lucas as I barely had control over him.
Thinking about it, he did. All those times, he showed up, stopping Lucas.
I was so blind…
“Grace…”
“You’re good for him,” I choked, forcing all my thoughts out on the table. “He needs you,” I squeezed my eyes shut as more tears fell.
I would sacrifice for Lucas. I knew in my heart that I would do anything to make him feel full again. Not that starving, longing side I witnessed in his home. I would do this for him.
“Fuck!” Vincent sounded as rough as I felt.
Lips hit mine, sucking me deep into an extraordinary void that was a glacier. It pulled me down, spinning me, making me gasp. I felt myself heat up, gushing that felt taboo to the coldness that was between us.
My inside crackled as the heat of Apollo, and the cold of Vincent washed through me.
Vincent’s soul cleansed me like a cold shower, but it didn’t soothe the heat between us. On the contrary, it intensified. I could feel our souls whirling inside us in celebration that the missing piece was finally found and connected.
Together Apollo and Vincent created a stream that sizzled, crackling with heat bubbles.
Vincent groaned as my lips moved against his. His vibrating chest sent a fluttering feeling down my stomach and lower. His hands seized me with a demand, one went into my hair, fisting it to a sinful sting of pain while his other went around my waist, bringing our lower parts together.
I was gasping, I felt him. He was inside me. I could feel him. That icy edge I knew Vincent had, was now resting inside me.
Vincent looked down at me, his hand palming my cheeks, we both breathing as one.
Vincent…
He held a part of me.
He was part of my circle.
“We have a lot to discuss, Grace.” Vincent spoke as the heavens erupted over us, soaking us to the bone. Its tiny cold daggers felt nothing compared to Vincent. “I’m sorry you found out like this.”
Lightning flashed, followed by the crash of thunder, lighting up the darkened sky above us.
The storm had come.