"For now, let's go finish our movie." Oliver nodded and interlaced his hand with mine leading us downstairs.
~Zane's POV~
On the way to L.A to see my girl again, I had a few of my men track her and Dylan down. Dylan wasn't living with Devina and her adoptive mom, he lived by himself in an apartment a few miles away. After what felt like a thousand years, the plane finally landed and I sped over to Devina's house. Once I pulled up on the side of her street, there were butterflies in my chest. I got out of the car and walked up to the door. After three knocks, some guy answered it.
"Can I help you?" I squinted my eyes and tried to look behind him but he blocked the view with his body. He wasn't unattractive, he had floppy dark blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes but he was a little scrawny.
"I'm looking for Devina." The boy froze and looked up into my eyes. Then it hit me. He's a vampire. Blood boiled in my veins as I smelled Devina all over him.
"Baby," He called over his shoulder. "There's some guy here for you." Some guy. I rolled my eyes and kept myself from punching the hell out of this dude. After a few seconds, a small hand came around the guy's waist and pulled the door open further. And there she stood. Looking even more beautiful than ever. Her blonde hair had gotten even longer, probably down to her ass now. Her eyes were the same though, bright blue. She was a little bit more dressed up than usual, with a long, light purple dress and beautiful makeup. "Babe who's this?" The guy asked and pulled her thin body even closer. My eyes narrowed in on her waist. She looked way thinner than she did the last time I saw her. Then I looked at his hands all over her and lunged for the guy. Throwing punches left and right, the only thing I could think about is how he had touched what was mine. What else had they done?
"Stop!" A familiar voice screamed. I froze and stood up, analyzing her tear stained face.
"Who the hell do you think you are, man!?" The guy yelled at my face, trying to pull me away from Devina but I firmly stayed planted.
"Oli." Devina warned, standing her ground.
"You want to know who I am?" I asked, taking a sly stepped closer to Devina. "I'm Devina's mate." Oliver froze and looked over at Devina.
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