Angelica's POV

I froze, not knowing that we had to visit him.

"But why him?" Angelique asks, "I mean, he was here before." he shifts his head quickly at her.

"Is that real?"

"Oh, that's very much true, Hijo." Carmelita suddenly pops out of the corner of the hallway, making us all jump in fear.

"You're scary, sometimes Ms. Carmelita," I said and she chuckles from it.

"I know that, dear, that's why Jonathan and Maxwell can't even put up a fight when I'm around."

"At least she's not lying, though." Maxwell hugs Carmelita even though they've seen each other already, Jonathan hugs her and Carmelita just pats their back. When they parted, Jonathan explained what we'll do once we went to Alexander's place. It's not an easy task to do, but on second thought, Jonathan and I are the only ones he's after. I tapped his shoulder and he looked at me dearly, I scrunch up my nose at him and he rolled his eyes at me.

"Here's the thing, let's not get them involved." he looks at me curiously.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean... We are the only ones he wants," I said frustratingly. He looks at me

"Then are we the only ones walking in there?"

"Of course, I don't want to get others to be hurt if he did. If he wants us, then it'll be only us. The only thing that they need is to hope that nothing bad will happen while we're there being questioned by that guy." he's moved, I don't know where I got my confidence but honestly, I like it. I'm determined, and so is he. We told them not to worry anymore and that we are going to solve it. Angelique looks more worried than I am about us. She hugs me, and Carmelita smiles at us and just pats me.

"Be safe, mi hija. You're like a daughter to me now, Angelica. And you too, mi Hijo, Jonathan."

"Gracias Carmelita. Eres muy amable," he says in Spanish fluently, I have no idea what he just said to her but she smiles at him and hugs him. He returns it and Maxwell is feigning a cry, Jonathan just laughs at him before they hug.

"Wait, if Alexander is here... Then why is Anita in the States?" I asked

"Here's a history of them," Maxwell says enthusiastically. I'm shocked when I found out that they hated each other and no wonder why they don't look alike that much. I don't want to get worried about her life and the breakup, but I wonder, what's happening with her life?

Anita's P.O.V.

We arrived at the airport in Spain, unluckily, we were blocked by Ronaldo's guard.

"You need to come with us," he says, fortunate enough, I forgot that guy's name again, it's not Taylor for sure... I guess it's Tyler. But he's not here, he went to the bathroom and I just agreed silently. It took a lot of time for me to get back into his den and Alexander smirks.

"My, my, my, look who's here. Anita Monroe," he says darkly, I got a feeling that I don't like where this is going.

"It's nice to fucking meet you, Ronaldo." I hissed, he slapped me hard enough to make my cheek swell already with pain.

"Welcome to Spain," he sarcastically says and cups my face firmly, I know what he is. I know what kind of monstrosity he has inside him, if I'm about to die here, then I'm fine with it. It's not like I care when they come to find me lying down on the floor with my face crushed. Instead, he released his grip on me and just instructed his men to put me in a cell. I'm nothing compared to him, but when it comes to intelligence, I win. They put me in a cellar, just beneath him. I never knew this place would stink like this, my stomach churns and it feels like there's bile in my mouth. Then I saw a child, a pretty beaten up child. He mutters French, lucky enough for me, I learned it.

"Enfant? Quel âge avez-vous? Les méchants vous ont-ils blessé?" the child shoots a sad look at me, my heart crushed into pieces.

"J'ai 14 ans, ils m'ont blessé parce que je sais où sortir d'ici."

"Vraiment? Comment?" I asked him, he looked sideways before answering.

"Il y a ce gars stupide qui nous donne toujours de la nourriture à minuit. Les clés sont sur son bras, ce qui en fait un bracelet. Vous pouvez facilement le voler, mais assurez-vous d'avoir un remplaçant." What he said is complex, but this is a good way to escape and have a chance to talk to Angelica... Perhaps, even Jonathan himself.

"D'accord, avez-vous une clé de rechange?" he nods, he looks again and when he feels there's no one, he tosses it at me and I almost miss it. I'm happy that my rusty French language is giving me such hope, as I think about where I need to go. I happen to touch something, an old shiv hiding in one of these beds, and put it at my back to protect me if ever this plan won't work. Then a chill runs down my spine as I think of Angelica being here.

Angelica's POV

I suddenly have a tingle and I don't know why it feels like someone is thinking about me or something. Jonathan just readied himself and later gave me a sharp knife, but it's unusual. It's made from pure silver

"If you're curious why I have that knife, it's because that's the only fatal thing to us. Silver, the last werewolf who was stabbed was my great grandfather. It's his lover who impaled this on him, he became rabid. We call it bloodlust because they have an unimaginable desire to kill and are almost uncontrollable and being animalistic. That could only end when they've been shot by a silver bullet or with that." he points at this, scary that story this knife had, it's better to put things at the end. He gave me pepper spray and I put it inside my shoulder bag as I packed things up, another thought, scarier than this brushed past my mind.