Cataline Mercier Wintour had spent her whole life training to be an Olympic athlete, but when a tragic accident lands her and her party-oriented sister, Carson, across the country back in their old childhood home in Cape May, New Jersey. Cat can't help but give up on her dreams, but when she unexpectedly runs into striking, young, Frenchman Archer Corbett Henri Demonte and his group of strange friends her entire world is flipped upside down. Old secrets from the past start to unravel and when Cat becomes entrusted with the secrets of Archer and his friends things start to become a little complicated...


11. Chapter 11

After my lunch with Grace and Madelaine, Archer had shut me out completely. The days continued to drag on without so much as a text message. I had resorted to burying myself in school work to suppress the fact I was being ignored. It took three days before I reached out to Luc and Madelaine, asking them to meet me for coffee at Cafe Atlantic.

“Why isn’t he talking to me?” I groaned, my head dropping to the table

“You’ve just got to give him time Kitty-Cat, he’ll come around.” Luc said, placing a hand on my shoulder. His words were meant to comfort me, but all they did was make my chest ache. I looked up at them, my two best friends. My eyes were beginning to fill with tears and my breathing became shallow and choppy, as I dug my fingernails into the palms of my hands.

“Luc, please I don’t know what to do. He won’t answer my texts, he won’t return my calls, he’s shut me out completely and I don’t even know what I did.” My voice was shaky as I tried to keep myself from crying in the middle of the coffee house. Luc sighed as he exchanged a look with Madelaine who nodded in agreement.

“Let’s go. If Archer won’t talk to you, then you’ll just have to talk to him.” Luc said, standing up from our table and handed me my jacket and umbrella. The rain still hadn’t let up since the day Archer and I last talked.





We arrived shortly at the Victorian Mansion they all called home. I looked the house up and down, wondering if I should even go in. After my lunch with Grace and Madelaine I wasn’t exactly sure how welcome I would be in their household, let alone the tension between Archer and I.

“Come on, Cat.” Madelaine said softly, helping me out of the car. She held my hand as we walked into the house. My whole body was shaking as I walked through the door, probably a combination of the cold, drizzly weather, and the sheer lack of nutrition over the last three or so days. I felt all eyes on me as we walked into the living room, Grace and Matthew’s cold glares burned through my body as Luc led me up the stairs to where, I assumed, Archer was.

“He’s in there.” Luc said softly, pointing at the large oak doors. I knocked lightly, waiting from a response.

“Come in.” I heard his voice on the other side of the door and it made me freeze. What if he didn’t want to see me? What if he realized me being a human was a problem? What if the reason he was avoiding me was because he needed to find a way to end things? I shook the thoughts out of my head as I pressed on the door. I stepped inside and was in awe of the room. It was filled with books, floor to ceiling, and the dome ceiling and the circular room was filled with an array of comfy chairs and couches, set next to large pane windows.

“Wow.” I breathed. Archer turned around from the stacks of books he was leaning over to see me.


“Hi, Archer.” I said softly, shrinking back. I stared at him, he looked as gorgeous as he did the day he found me at the ocean and I looked dead. Oh, the irony. I thought to myself bitterly.

“What are you…” His sentence trailed off as his gaze dropped to the floor, I could hear the disappointment in his voice, which felt like a knife to the chest.

“Luc and Madelaine brought me.” I answered, stepping closer. If he wasn’t going to talk to me on his own, I was going to make him. I needed an answer, and I needed it now.

“What did I do?” I whispered, looking up at him.

“You didn’t do anything.” He said coldly.

“Then why are you shutting me out?” My voice started to raise, as his eyes met mine again.

“I wasn’t...I mean I didn’t want too…” He sighed “it’s just really complicated right now Cat.”

“No, Archer I need an answer. Why? What could I have possibly done to deserve this?!”

“You didn’t do anything.” His voice was beginning to raise now too, and it scared me. I had never seen Archer angry before, but I wasn’t backing down. I was so close to getting the answers I needed.

“Then why?!” I snapped, as lightning cracked outside, striking a tree in Archer’s backyard

“It’s none of your business, Cat!” He shouted. I took a few steps back from him, the room filling with the sound of silence.

“Please talk to me. What’s going on?” I said calmly, looking at him, searching his eyes for something, anything.

“It’s a personal matter, something you shouldn’t get yourself involved in.”

“What are you talking about? What’s going on?” I looked at him, I was confused beyond belief. From the tone of his voice and the grave look on his face I could tell it was something bad, and the feeling in my gut confirmed it.

“It’s Grace. She believes you shouldn’t be entrusted with our secrets because you’ree an outsider.” He explained.

“I still don’t understand. I know Grace hates me, but why would that have any effect on our relationship.”

“Because, despite everything I feel for you, Grace is family and family has to come first.”

“So what does that mean for us?” I asked softly, looking up at him.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out. Every book I’ve read has said the same thing that gives Grace cause. Humans hunted and persecuted us, her, for years...” His sentence broke off and I knew exactly why. I stepped forward, taking his hand in mine and meeting his gaze.“We’ll figure it out and if we don’t then Grace will just have to deal with it.”


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