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With midnight fast approaching, Jared obviously had other ideas, because he got between us and said,
“Sorry, Princess, time for me to cut in.”
She was about to complain before she was spun round and into the arms of her Vampire hunk. A king who most definitely knew how to dance, and better than she did from the looks of things because he started to lead her around the dance floor effortlessly.
As for Jared, it was clear he had no inclination of dancing, despite asking to cut in. I knew this when he took my hand in his and led me from the enthusiastic crowd.
“Where are we going?” I asked, because he didn't just lead me away from dancing, but he was headed for the staircase.
“I have something I want to show you,” he told me, making me frown.
“But it's nearly midnight, shouldn't we wait?” I asked, looking back and seeing my parents speaking with my aunt and uncle, knowing that they would be disappointed if we weren't here for when the clock struck twelve.
“It won't take long,” he said, and at first I thought he wanted somewhere quiet to talk, thinking that the VIP was an ideal place. But then he led to me through the large door at the back of the club, one that I knew led into my aunt and uncle’s home.
With my hand firmly held in his, I had no choice but to follow as he led me through a maze of corridors filled with antiques, and hallways adorned with huge oil paintings. The place looked like some stately home from England or one of its many castles.
It had always been fascinating to me as a child, like stepping into a fairy tale and quite easily imagining yourself the Princess. Or in my case, a kid not looking for the prince but instead the hungry wolf. Well, years later, I could safely say that I found him, and right now he was taking me to a staircase that could only lead to one other place…
The rooftop.
“Jared, what are we doing up here?” I asked as we reached a door at the top.
In fact, I felt like a teenager sneaking into a place after first ignoring the private property sign and stepping over the intruders will be prosecuted warning that came with it. Although I knew feeling like this was silly considering this was my aunt and uncle's house. But still, after knowing what they had in their basement, well, let's just say that if I ever had the urge to go snooping around their home before, that impulse had died pretty quickly that day. Especially when I had no idea what other horrors I could possibly find.
However, what Jared had in mind was obviously far from a Horror Story, because he turned around and grinned at me before asking,
“Close your eyes.”
“Why?” I asked with a skeptical look.
“Humor me… Now. Close. Your. Eyes,” he said more firmly this time, making me do as I was told and letting him lead me through the door.
I was right, we were most definitely on the rooftop because I felt the chill of the winter air hit me.
“Whoa, it's pretty cold up… oh…” This complaint ended as I felt his suit jacket being draped over my shoulders. The warmth I found there, as well as the sexy scent of Jared, made me almost want to snuggle in and go to sleep.
“Keep those pretty eyes closed,” he warned, and I felt my hands being taken in his as he led me further. My heart was hammering inside my chest at the idea of some romantic gesture. However, the moment he started to speak, that feeling plummeted when he said,
“I wanted this night to be special. I didn't want anything to come between us before whatever else is thrown our way. I know we've got some tough times ahead and some hard decisions to make, but I wanted to…”
“Jared, stop,” I said abruptly, and instead of opening my eyes, I clenched them shut tighter, knowing it was easier to say this to him without looking.
“I know what you've been planning,” I stated, making him inhale quickly before uttering a single word,
“What?”
So, I took a deep breath and told him,
“I know what you're planning and I'm begging you, please don't do it.”
“You're begging me not to do it?” His voice sounded so firm and so hurt, I swallowed hard before continuing on.
“Of course I'm begging you not to do it, why would I want you to?!” I shouted, feeling it all release from me and telling him what I would have thought was obvious.
“Is that a joke?” he snapped, and I instantly frowned before shaking my head. Was he being fucking serious right now!?
“How could it be a fucking joke? In what lifetime do you really believe that I would want you to ever leave me?!” I shouted louder this time and, at this, he made a slightly choking sound before asking,
