Yay, I'm updating! It's been 2 months so thanks to everyone who's still reading! And a BIG thanks to the 5 reviewers! I wouldn't have posted without you ;)

Like all my chapters, it's not a long one. So you must be wondering, why does it take so much time for me to update when I'm not writing much? It's hard, okay. Sometimes, I just can't get in the mood to write. And other times, and this applies to this chapter, I have a HUGE writer's block. Seriously, writer's block sucks.

But anyway, here's the next chapter! Because there's been a fairly big gap in between this chapter and the last, I think you guys need a reminder of what happened last time: Meredith has a feeling something bad's going to happen to Chloe (insert dramatic music), Chloe's worried about her mom, things are still awkward between Chloe and Alek, and poor Jazz is dying-literally and mentally.

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"Chloe? I think I found something."

"You did?" Chloe exclaimed excitedly into her phone's receiver.

It had been just over a week since Valentina died. Jazz had healed from her injuries and was slowly recovering after her mom's death. Now, without her mom, she stayed in Mai headquarters with Alek. It looked as if it would stay that way until she was a legal adult among humans and could live on her own without worrying about attracting unwanted attention. She had also dropped out of school to take over Valentina's place as pride leader. And ever since her recovery, she had been working nonstop to find Chloe's mom.

"Yeah, can you come over as soon as school ends? Meet me in my room," Jazz suggested.

"Forget school, I'm going there now." Chloe hung up and raced through the hallways. Thank God it had been lunch break or she wouldn't have been able to escape as easily. Using every inch of willpower she had, she ran as fast as a normal human until she finally broke through the doors. She let her Mai senses take over and ran all the way to Mai headquarters without breaking a sweat.

"Chloe!" Jazz called as soon as the blonde entered the doors of her new home.

"Jazz! What did you find?" Chloe said quickly, unable to hide the impatience in her voice. It had been over a week since her mom disappeared and she was desperate. Jazz refused to tell the human police.

"We have no idea with what we're dealing with; they could get hurt. And it would just make it more obvious that we're looking for her," she had argued when Chloe picked up the phone.

As upset as she was, Chloe knew better than to argue with Jazz. Even if she was the Uniter, she could see Jazz's point. And going against the new San Francisco pride leader's orders would not end well.

"We were able to find out where your mom ate that night. And from a waiter there, we know she left with the person she ate with—the 'investor'." Jazz paused to hand Chloe over a slip of paper. "The waiter also has a photographic memory."

"What's this?" Chloe asked, looking down at the sheet.


"License plate."

Chloe felt a smile tug at her lips.

"Finally, we're getting somewhere."


At the sound of his name, Alek couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope that the voice belonged to a certain beautiful blonde, even though he knew whom the voice really belonged to.

"Jazz," he replied evenly, without turning to look. "What do you want?"

"I need you to start taking Uniter duty again."

Alek took a deep, painful breath.

"I know it's a lot to ask," Jazz rambled, "but we really need to keep an eye on her. She's alone in her house and now that her mom's gone, we need to keep an extra watch. She—"

"Can't you ask someone else to do it?" He didn't know what would happen if he went back there. What if he couldn't control himself and did something he would regret? Or what if the Order went after Chloe and he couldn't stop them? He would never be able to forgive himself. And of course…

I think I'm in love with Brian.

I think.

In love.


The words were seared into his brain and he couldn't stop the echoes, the pain. No matter how hard he tried to overcome his feelings for her, he just couldn't. Everything reminded him of her; the grass made him think of her green eyes, basketball made him think of the day she threw his basketball into the trashcan, even his clothes reminded him of the store she used to work in.

It was torture.

"I don't know who I can trust," Jazz admitted. She walked over to him and swallowed hard before continuing. "Ever since him, I haven't been able to shake the feeling that there are more of them against us. If I leave a spy with her…"

She didn't have to say any more.

"I'll do it."

Jazz smiled in relief. Before asking, she had no idea whether or not he would agree to it. On one hand, he was crazy about Chloe—she knew this for a fact. After all, it was she who had to endure his love-filled ramblings. On the other hand, Chloe had really hurt him. Alek had a lot of pride, and to know that she chose a human over him? That was a big blow to his ego.


"There it is," Chloe whispered. A shiny, small black car. She had no idea what brand it was—cars were never her thing—but she couldn't care less. It was the car. Two weeks of searching and they finally found it.

"But how do we get inside?" Jazz wondered aloud.

"I'm always up for a fight," Alek suggested.

The three were hidden in the trees and a good few hundred meters away, but still, it was best to be careful. The journey, and everything leading up to it, was the most awkward thing Chloe had ever experienced but it was all going to be worth it. She just had to be patient.

"No," Jazz replied firmly. "We have to think about this."

"So what do we do now?" Alek asked.

"Back to headquarters for now. We found the car—that's enough for now. We have to come up with a plan."