She opens her eyes. This room is? Did she come back home?

She's back!

Ca.s.sie steps down on the bed and gets out of the room. She wanted to see Quinn! Oopsie! She strides back to the bedroom. There are bodyguards in the hallway? Why?

Ah, whatever. Ca.s.sie peeps on the door. Butler Leroy approached the two bodyguards, and she heard, he talks to them and offering to have some coffee in the kitchen. The two bodyguards left and butler Leroy replaced them to watch.

Ca.s.sie waited for the right time to sneak out toward Quinn's bedroom. The butler is busy tapping something on his phone... and the moment butler Leroy showing his back; she runs to the extension hallway, toward Levi's bedroom where Quinn is staying. Here, Butler Leroy nor the bodyguards, they won't see her anymore.

She could now see Levi's bedroom. Quietly, she opens the room and peeps inside. But it was empty. Where is Quinn? And even Levi, he is not in the room. Is he and Madison were together now?

Wait a minute, how dare that guy being bold toward her daughter? Her thought.

Ah... so this is the feeling when you are a parent and being protective toward your child. She may not the mother give birth to Madison into this world, but she could feel her connection to her. Although she hasn't met her yet, this strong feeling toward her is unexplainable.

She gets out of the room and slowly closes the door. It surprised her when she turned around, butler Leroy was now standing behind her. Her cheeks flushed from being caught.

"Ahem! If you were looking for Master Williams, he was staying in the room next to yours, Miss."

"Oh, I see. Thank you, Mister Leroy," she said, then bowed. Leaving the butler behind, she made hasty steps toward the room he mentioned. Ca.s.sie stops at the door before her room, this must be. She knocks. When Quinn did not respond, she entered inside.

Barefooted, she slowly walks toward Quinn. Gently, she seated on the bed. Quinn was sleeping soundlessly.

Quinn... her heart cries. He is handsome as ever. And the beards on his chin. Like the Quinn in that lifetime. He let them grow. But he looks exhausted. Did he miss a night of sleep? She could see his Tab, phone, and few doc.u.ments scattered on the bed. Ca.s.sie slowly gets up and gathered them and puts them away on the bedside table.

She holds the strands of her hair then carefully leaning and kisses Quinn. She pulls her head and looks at him. Once more, she planted a kiss on his lips before she left the room.

But first, she peeps in the hallway. Gladly, the two bodyguards weren't back yet and Butler Leroy disappears. Ca.s.sie quickly went back to her bedroom.

She wants to stay at Quinn's room, but if her parents find out, they surely got angry at Quinn instead of her.

Hmm... she smells perfume, and she could feel that her face was still on makeup. Did they go out for dinner? Then she needs to wash her face.

Ca.s.sie entered the bathroom and presses something. Then the wall opens, and a mirror came out. Now she could see that her face still on make up. She understands, the Ca.s.sandra she switches to is a thirteen years old young girl. She would have no idea about taking care of herself the way she learned already.

She took a hot shower instead. After a warm bath, she went to the wardrobe then dry her hair when Quinn found her. He's standing in front of her, instantly, her heart throbs in gladness. Then everything happens.

Ca.s.sie is now pillowing Quinn's chest. After the heat subsided, they stayed holding each other. No one dares to close their eyes and fall asleep. It scared her she disappeared again, and Quinn was afraid she would once again go.

Kissing her forehead, he asked. "How are you? Is everything okay where you are? Tell me."

"I am fine, Quinn. I can handle the situation back there. But I want to come back here. I missed everyone already. I am glad, I able to hold you now."

"I'm also happy. Please, don't leave me again," he mumbles between his kisses to her eyes.

"I never want to..." she snorts. "Why this is happening to us, Quinn?" she asked after a long moment.

Quinn rubs her tears, then replied. "I don't know. But I will do everything to know why this is happening. I won't stop to seek answers and how to stop this."

He hugs her tight and brushes her hair. "I want you to know. I went to the time when we are living in the 17th century."

"Really?" she parted from him and looked up. She was staring at him with curiosity.

"You were so beautiful back then."

She smiled. "I am sure you were too handsome back then too."

He let out a s.e.xy laugh. 'Is he?' He doesn't want to admit it. Wearing clothes that they believe is the trend in that century. He is uncomfortable just to imagine he wore one.

"You know, you were so handsome back there too. But your name is Shun Crow." She sounded, enjoying teasing him. A silly smile playing on her lips.

Quinn widens his eyes then laughs. "I can't believe this!"

She giggles, but then sadness flashes her eyes. "But the one I switch to is having collective amnesia. She can't remember you. So I was hiding all the time."

"Ah, sneaky." Quinn pokes the tip of her nose. "Yes. She doesn't know me. And I think this becomes convenient for us. I guess it will be more complicated when she could remember everything... when suddenly she comes here or went back to her real life and realize, she was actually in different circ.u.mstances."

"I should not change what will happen. I should meddle nothing at all. So then, you should not see me. Not yet. Until we s.h.i.+ft the body back."

Quinn takes her hand and begins kissing it. "I am sorry. I will try to do anything to find solutions. Soon after Lady Isabella finally comes back home, maybe we can figure out how to bring you back that you won't drag to go back."

"Oh, Lady Isabella?"

"Yes. But she's now trapped inside the war between the—" oh, he can't mention the Alliance. "There is a rebellion going on in the country she visits."

"I see..."

"She is seeking answers, as well, to the Shamans who knew everything."

"Oh, those who perform the rituals! Do we need to do something about it too?"

"What do you mean?" he asked, curious again if what the story those books is telling about.

"Is it needed a ritual?"

"Hum?"

"Maybe. Like in the books, they did different rituals. The soul bending marriage, the curse ritual, the ritual to follow someone's spirit and other things."

"Wow. Really?"

Quinn ponders on something. "Lady Isabella also living at that time."

"That's right! Should I look for her?"

"Huh? No. Don't say that, please. I don't want you to disappear again."

"But we aren't sure if I am truly gone back home."

Quinn heaves a hopeless sighed. "All right. Whatever it is, she is living in Hungary."

"Oh... Hungary."

She was in deep thought when she notices that Quinn is lowering his mouth. She waited it touches hers, and they shared that feverish kisses.

Quinn holds the back of her head to deepen the kiss. They parted to catch some breath but eyes locked at each other.

"Quinn, don't let me go." She begged.

"I won't..." He covers her mouth one more time. Ca.s.sandra was playing the hair on his nape and it tickles him. This is bad. Her soft fingers are warm, then her hand trailing down to his chest before she hugs him, and her hand rested on his back, pulling him close as she presses her body.

No. He's aroused once again. He sighed. "I will fill the tub with hot water." He said then kissed her forehead. She looks away. Still, she was embarra.s.sed staring at his entire nakedness.

Quinn came back, and he carried her toward the bathtub. He places her gently then joined inside; embraces her from behind. Ca.s.sandra leans on Quinn's chest. Letting the warm water relaxes their tense muscles after a fierce exercise. Exchange kisses, Quinn's hand began moving around her body, ma.s.saging her back down her legs. He lifts her b.u.t.tocks and places down on his lap. Both of his palms, Quinn reached her neck, slowly, he caresses her throat, trailing her shoulder down her arm wrist, grabbing her fingers and their hands intertwined.

Quinn is focusing on kissing her while his other hand rested on her back... Moving circles; presses lightly the tense on her muscles, Quinn stroking her back; up and down toward her nape and her hump.

"Ca.s.sandra?"

"Quinn..." dazedly, she murmurs his name. He sighed.

"Let me bathe you," he said that made her cheek flus.h.i.+ng red.

Quinn put shampoo on Ca.s.sie's long hair. Gently, he strokes the scalp down toward the length of the hair. Slowly, he rinses off the shampoo then applied next is the hair conditioner. After he did the hair, Quinn flushed the water from the tub and now applying a liquid bath soap to Ca.s.sie's body.

Blus.h.i.+ng, a lot, she let Quinn touch every part of her body once again. Allowing him ma.s.saging her from the neck, her chest, down to her belly and both legs. Ca.s.sie picks up the shampoo and applies them to Quinn's thick hair. Quinn helped her stood on her feet and support her stand under the shower head by pulling her close, clenching her waist, then the other one is caressing every part that beyond his reach. Letting the warm water washes their body, Quinn is kissing her pa.s.sionately. 

"I want you once more," he sighed.

Stay closing her eyes while resting her head on Quinn's chest, she nodded. And this permits Quinn to act boldly once again. He carried her back toward the bed.

Once again, he showered her body with kisses. Ca.s.sie moans when Quinn bit her earlobe. He nibbles her ear then Quinn's kisses travel down her neck and chest. She sighed when she felt Quinn's warm hand ma.s.saging her thigh, stroking up to her knee down to her leg.

"Quinn..." She cried as he grasped her right chest; biting her nipples while taunting the other. She covered her mouth. Leaving her chest, Quinn's kisses are trailing down her navel, which she felt him teasing her insides with his fingers. She felt the chill from the air conditioning of the room, but she's heating up. The way Quinn is caressing her whole body, pleasure building up within her.

Once again, he's touching that part with his mouth. When he's satisfied, he positions himself above her. Grabbing her right leg, Quinn places it on his shoulder while the other leg pinned it on his waist. Slowly, he made a gentle thrust in the beginning. Later on, his pace rus.h.i.+ng up.

Ca.s.sandra holds on her pillow when she can't reach Quinn's neck to hold into. He is speeding up, and she's catching breath underneath him. Crying his name over again the entire making love is not enough for the l.u.s.t that devours her. Over again, they want to feel this is not just a dream. Over again, no one wishes to end this night but sealed it with a kiss before Quinn dropped her body above her. She doesn't mind his weight. She embraces him as tight as she could while tears flooded her eyes.

Catching a breath, he whispered.

"I love you, my Ca.s.sandra."