Logan held my hand as we walked through the terminal stoically.

The last time I had been on a plane was after Calvin sent me away and back to my normal life without him. Now, I'm getting on a plane, going back to Ireland because Calvin has sent for me to return. I can't lie to myself and pretend I hadn't wondered about it before. I hadn't really thought too far into it until earlier when I told Pedro I was angry that he never sent for me to come back after he found out about Rose. I'd never voiced that before, or even let myself think on it, but now that I have, it is true.

Pedro confirmed to me that he does in fact know about Rose. Maybe not a lot about her, but he does at least know that she exists. If he cared, he would have come back for us, found a way to let me know that it was at least an option, but it wasn't. I was never given anyway to contact him, or find him. I'd wanted to. As much as I didn't want to think I did, I wanted to so badly. If he'd only given me a chance back then, we could have found a way to make it work, but he hadn't. He sent me away without a second thought.

I shook my head as we boarded our plane, hating all of these stupid emotions that he was bringing up in me already and I'm not even in the same country as him yet, much less the same room. My heart pounds at the thought, and not a good heart pounding, more like a make your knees shake and you feel like you might vomit kind of heart pounding.

"Babe, you alright?" Logan asked cautiously as we took our seats.

I glanced over at him for only a second, knowing if I looked too long, he'd see how torn up I'm feeling. "I'm just..."

"Nervous?" He asked. "Or afraid?"

I turned away, looking out the window instead. "I guess both."

"Of the whole situation in general, or about one person specifically?" I hated how perceptive he could be at times. "Do I need to be worried here, Rach?"

I turned back to him. "No, baby." I said, squeezing his hand. "It's just a lot for me to take in right now, and I'm sure it is to you too, I'm sorry I'm not being very supportive."

Logan put his finger to my lips and shushed me quietly. "Don't worry about me right now." He whispered, putting his thumb under my chin and tilting my face back to kiss me softly. "I'm here for you, whatever you need." He said, then he looked down slightly before looking back up under his long blonde eye lashes. "What happened between you and...I don't even know his name." He shook his head. "What are we going into?"

I sighed, leaning back into the chair. "It is a long story."

"Good thing we have the whole long flight."

I nodded my head, he obviously wasn't going to let this go. I told him all about the day I was taken, my time at Drighten, and my being chosen for the competition, how I thought it was a horrible thing, until I came to find out I actually was lucky to have been chosen, or I would have died that first night.

He nodded along, but you could see it in his face how hard it was for him to take it all in. He drew his brows together, and huffed a few times, clearly finding parts to be unbelievable or downright awful.

"The competition was shorter lived than it was supposed to be." I told him. "The prince's name was Calvin, and he and I bonded quickly, enough that he didn't want to continue with the competition when he knew he wanted to be with me." I saw Logan roll his eyes at that, but I kept going. "It all happened so fast, we were...We got closer and closer until we were engaged, but there was danger, a rebellion started against Calvin and his father, and I thought that I was the reason, but I later found out it was all because of the vampire takeover that never happened." I shook my head at how stupid I had been again, for probably the billionth time in my life. "We married in a hurry because he was going away to fight, and we were happy for a while, but all the lies he'd told made it complicated." I admitted. "Eventually there was a huge crisis, and Calvin forced me to leave. He told me the truth about everything and he sent me back to my mom. He did it all to protect me, but it still...It still hurt nonetheless."

"You thought you were in love with him?" Logan asked.

I closed my eyes, seeing Calvin's smoky blue eyes behind my eyelids were they usually were. "Yeah, I did." I sighed. He started to open his mouth but I shook my head. "I'll tell you everything else about where we are going and everything later, I'm really tired, and after saying goodbye to Rose, I just really want to take a nap and forget all of this for a while."

He nodded his head. "Of course, baby." He said, kissing the side of my head.

I couldn't actually sleep. Not with everything that is going on. Instead, I turned away from Logan, closing my eyes as I rested my head against the window. Even in my unwelcomed fantasies about being back at Castrum de Petra, I never imagined it to be like this, with a threat to the one person I love more than anything else in the whole world. I would give my life a thousand times over if it would save my little girl. She was going to have to be the one to get me through this. I'm doing it all for her.

Hours went by and I could tell that Logan was getting restless, or nervous, from the way he bounced his foot obsessively. When the light came on, telling us that to buckle up and prepare for landing, I felt like we had hardly been in the sky at all, and we both sighed deeply.

I looked into his eyes after we'd landed. "I love you, Logan." I whispered, my voice cracking.

He put his hand on the back of my head and pulled me to him, kissing me gently. "I love you too, babe, no matter what." He said staring into my eyes. "Let's get this over with." He smiled, lifting up from his seat.

I didn't have the heart to tell him there was no way we were going to be able to just 'get this over with'. I see this as being something that may not go our way. I can only hope and pray that if something does happen to Logan and me that Pedro will take care of my little girl, like I'm sure he would.

I had to shake myself, trying to force thoughts like that from my head. I know that as long as Calvin in there, that he will do everything in his power to protect me. That doesn't mean that he will protect Logan though, and now that I think of it, I don't know why I'm so sure that a man who got rid of me would do that much to protect me, much less the man I'm with now.

Like Pedro promised, at the bottom on the escalator in the terminal there was a man with a sign that read 'Miss Rachel' in an elegant script, with 'and brother' written in on the side.

Logan narrowed his at it and then me. "Brother?" He asked and I sighed.

"Welcome, your highness." The man bowed his head to me and Logan looked at him like he was insane, obviously trying not to laugh. "It's a pleasure to see you again."

I looked a little harder and I realized I did recognize him. He was the guard who had walked me to my room and ended up falling asleep. "It's good to see you too." I smiled warmly. "I'm glad to see that Calvin, uh..."

"Didn't kill me for what happened?" He smiled courtly.

"Uh, yeah." I blushed, this was all just embarrassing.

He tucked the sign under his arm and reached out to take both of our bags, carrying them easily in one hand. "No, actually he raised my position and personally apologized for his outburst." He said.

"Of course he did." I nodded.

"Shall we?" He asked, motioning us forward and Logan and I fell in step beside him.

"Why does your sign say brother?" Logan asked. "I'm-." He started to say but I nudged him hard in the ribs.

The guard smiled at me, still handsome as I remembered with those green eyes. "It's ok, your highness."

"Please, call me Rachel." I interjected and he smiled.

"Rachel," He corrected. "I know he isn't your brother, but that is the directions I've been given." He told us as he led us out to a black sedan waiting. I shivered a little as I saw it, it was just like the one I'd been ushered away in. "Master Pedro was in touch with your handler, Octavia, and she instructed me to tell you both that the official story for the two of you right now is that you are siblings, not...romantic."

"Why?" Logan asked roughly and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Octavia can explain everything, I'm just the messenger." He shrugged, then got the door for us, waiting for us to slide in before he closed it behind us and moved to the front seat.

I fidgeted with my seat belt and tried not to focus on the fact that this may very well be the exact car I left in. "So we have to pretend to be related?" I asked.

"I would ask Octavia." He said.

Logan looked pissed beside me. "Whose idea was this?" He demanded. "Calvin?"

The car began to move, easing out into traffic and you could see the discontent on the guard's face. "His highness has been away for a few days." He said curtly.

"So Calvin doesn't know about me?" I asked.

"No, of course he knows you're coming, he just wasn't aware of..."

"Her fiancé." Logan snapped.

"Yes, that." He frowned. "I'm not sure how long or why you both have to lie, but that's what I was told. The only people who know the truth are Octavia, Pedro obviously, Patrick, your guard Cromley, myself, and the king will be informed upon his arrival."

"Where has he been?" I asked curiously.

"Trying to find out who is behind the information leak I suppose."

"When is he coming back?"

"Right now." He nodded in the rear view mirror. "He'll be there before we arrive."

I nodded, but I felt sick. Soon I'll be thrown back into the darkness, the danger, and back to...him.

"Rachel?" Logan said gently beside me. "Are you ok?"

I pursed my lips and nodded. The closer we got the more things around me started to look familiar. The rolling hills of Ireland have haunted my nightmares for most of my life. In the eternal darkness all around us on the gravel road, far in the distance the sky had an orange hue to it from the lights of what I'm sure is the little city above the castle.

The road became bumpy, far too familiar, and it began to wind down into the valley between two larger hills. "Here we are." The guard said quietly as we wound down into the front of the city.

I looked out of my window and saw the multitudes of heavily armored guards waiting at the end of the road, the fountain spewing water up into the sky in the background. It was timeless, like nothing had changed a bit in five years. The stone city, the buildings all curving in a circle around the fountain, and the trail off to the side that I knew would lead to my little honeymoon cabin, it was all the same, and it was all real.

"Rachel," Logan whispered. "You're shaking."

I looked away from the city and the guards, and I looked into his eyes. I could see that he was nervous too, the fear was on his face. I tried to calm myself, but my body felt like it was frozen solid, the shaking tremors just kept coming and I was having trouble breathing. "I...I..." I couldn't speak either, as much as I tried. My heart was hurting from the way it flew around my chest erratically, and I brought my hand up to my neck.

"She's having a panic attack." Logan said urgently over me to the guard.

His words and motions were all just a blur in the background. It was like I was in a fog that was suffocating me, but keeping me hyper alert at the same time.

"What do you do?" The guard asked.

"She needs air." Logan said back to him.

The car sped up and soon we were right in the middle of the mass of guards.

"Go on." The guard told Logan. "It's safe, they're here to protect her."

Logan pushed open the door, then slid out, pulling me behind him.

The crisp air wrapped around me, making chill bumps raise up across my skin, and the earthy smell in the air only made me feel worse. The embarrassment that I was doing this right now, only made me feel even worse. I tried to hide my face away, ducking it into Logan's side as he pulled me alongside him.

"Your highness?" I heard a familiar voice and I peeked up to see Cromley standing beside me, looking down on me with concern. "Are you alright?"

"She's having a panic attack." Logan told him.

My legs were led beneath me, and Logan shifted to pick me up, cradling me against his chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck, trying not to look around me anymore, and thankful that the urgent crowd was noisy enough to drown out the sounds of the fountain.

"Octavia!" Cromely called out, and I turned my head to see the guards split, making a path for a woman to come towards Logan and me, but when they opened up the space, I could see straight over to the fountain, and I let out a little gasp.

Everything stopped for a split second. The noise died down, the people stopped moving, my heart slowed, and air crept into my lungs as my eyes focused on his face. The panic was gone, the fear was gone, and everything slipped away except his eyes on mine.

Too soon, the guards closed up the group again, continuously keeping us moving forward, towards the smaller building that would take us below.

"Logan, put her down." The woman, Octavia, said drawing my attention back to her.

I felt his grip tighten on me. "She needs me." He replied.

I put my hand on his chest. "It's ok." I whispered hoarsely. "I'm ok."

"Are you sure?" He whispered. I nodded and he gently put me back on my own feet. "Take it slow, make sure it's passed." He said, putting his hand on my back and leading me forward carefully.

I tried to look back before we went inside, but when I did catch a glimpse of the fountain, Calvin was already gone.