Part LII.

A sudden rush of goosebumps appear all over my arms and my heart beats in a fast rhythm as I stare at my self in the mirror. My hair. It's black. I don't remember dying it or doing anything to it aside leveling it to shoulder length and now it's black.

How did this happen?

"I told you you'd be surprised too." Sean says folding his arms and smirking as my eyes finally leave my hair to find Sean's in the mirror.

"How did this happen?" I ask with confusion brimming my voice.

"The crown." He says and comes close behind me that I can perceive his scent, a mixture of lavender and citrus that instantly distracts me but I drag back my attention to the discussion.

"It has only ever happened twice," he continues and strokes my hair lightly, sending currents through my body, "the very first queen our goddess created herself and my mother."

"Your mother's hair turned black too?" I ask.

"Yeah," he responds, "she was a brunette beforehand, precisely brown."

"What does it mean?"

"Well," he says, moving his hand from my hair to my neck, tracing vertical lines and my stomach flops, "the first queen, Queen Imelda, was the most powerful being in our world and no one matched her power until my mother was crowned Queen and her hair changed but no one actually knows the true significance." His fingers running along my neck makes it hard to concentrate so I move away and turn to face him, acting like his touch doesn't affect me.

"The true significance?" I ask and he nods.

"They say there's more to it than just enormous power but no one knows if that's a fact or a superstition."

"Actually," he continues and comes closer while I retreat slowly till my back hits the mirror and he stops only an inch away from me, standing with both hands on the mirror on either side of my head. "you are the first human Queen we've had." He whispers with his face really close to my ear and my heart pounds thunderously as his hot minty breath fans my neck.

"Wh-what does that mean?" I stutter, giving away the fact that his closeness affects me and he smirks while my face goes pink.

"It means," he pulls back a little and looks at my face, "that you don't have powers and we're completely confused as to why your hair turned black." He explains and I bend a little, escaping from his confinement through his underarm and he chuckles and turns around to face me.

"This is all just confusing." I say and he sighs out loud, running his fingers through his hair looking exhausted and I cock an eyebrow.

"Let's worry about it some other time, okay." He says and in a second, he pulls me into his hard broad chest and looks into my eyes with a smirk on his lips, "let's forget everything for now." His deep husky voice travels into my spine, arousing something in me I thought had died along with Dylan. Dylan, I can't do this to him. I can't allow another man touch me the way he touched me, I can't let his murderer do that.

"No." I shake my head slightly, my voice unintentionally thin, "I can't, I can't-"

"Shh-" he cuts me off, his lips mere inches from mine, "stop thinking." He whispers and places his soft full lips on mine gently, my eyes closing simultaneously while my heart thuds behind my rib cage, threatening to break loose. His tongue slides slowly across my lips and I open up, allowing him access. Holding me tighter by my waist and my hand around his neck, his tongue goes into my mouth dancing gently with mine, tasting like mints and berries with a subtle tinge of chocolate. His lips still connected to mine, he removes his jacket, loses his tie and unbuttons his shirt a little. When he's done, he deepens the kiss and his hands find their way to my ass, grabbing it and lifts me up effortlessly as I wrap my legs around him, holding him tightly to keep balance with one hand in his soft hair and another on his neck.He starts to walk into the bedroom and lays me gently on the bed, only then did his lips leave mine and his dark eyes find mine.

"You're so beautiful." He says almost inaudibly with his very deep and hoarse voice, turning me on even more. Suddenly, images of Dylan and I making love back at the cabin comes to play in my head and I try to push it out my head but it only becomes clearer.

"I love you more than you can ever imagine Crystal." He said laying naked on my chest right after making me feel like the most amazing person there is.

"No!" I find myself saying and heaving deeply as Sean towers over me on the bed, looking at me confused. "I can't, please."

"What do you mean?" He says and I sit up as he sits close beside me with concern etched all over his face.

"Dylan," I whisper and wipe a tear that falls from my left eye, "I can't."

"I understand, but," He sighs and takes my hand in his, looking deep into my eyes. "I've never felt this way for anyone before Crystal. I've never wanted anyone so bad." He comes closer again, kissing my neck and my ear lobe making me want him even more. His lips locate mine and I kiss him back, putting all my frustrations and pain into the kiss. He lays me down and his hand goes into my dress but the moment I open my eyes, I see Sean and me in that empty weird room, molesting me.

"I love you okay?! I love you much more than Dylan ever did and ever would!" He says into my face scaring the wits out of me and I pulled back.

"What's wrong?" Sean asks once I come back to reality and I see him hovering over me. Out reflex, I push him off shaking in fear and he looks at me hurt and confused.

"Fuck it." He says and before I can say anything else, he disappears leaving only his scent behind as usual.

My heart breaks immediately and I lay on bed, hot tears flowing out of my eyes.

"I want you too, but I can't." I whisper to myself in tears, Sean, I can't!!!.