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~PART ONE~

Amy Cahill never expected to fall in love with Ian Kabra again. As in, neveragain. But as she sat down next to him to eat dinner, she casted a glance towards them, and swore she felt her heart skip a beat.

Ian's face was perfect, as always. His amber eyes glittered, with what looked like gold mixed in. His darker skin made him look more . . . powerful? She didn't know the right word to describe him. Yet, he looked flawless as always, hair trimmed neatly, and clothes wrinkle-less. He looked very handsome.

Amy looked away, blushing. Yep, Amy Cahill was definitely falling in love. She hoped none of the others had noticed her observing Ian, and when she looked up, she saw everyone oblivious to her, chatting, and in Dan's case, arguing and teasing one another. Dan's target this time was Phoenix. Jonah, Sinead, the Holts, and Phoenix were visiting, along with Ian, who often stayed with the Cahills.

Things had been difficult for Ian after they defeated the Vespers. When he moved back to England, things weren't quit the same there. Even if he did have Bickerduff, and all the loyal servants, Natalie, Isabel, and Vikram were gone. It was him alone in his big mansion.

Snapping out of her profound thoughts, Amy giggled as she watched Dan lose his argument with Phoenix, and trudged down to his gaming room, Ham and Jonah quickly following. That left her, Ian, Phoenix, and Sinead in the kitchen.

"Got experiments to work on," Sinead told them, before making her way upstairs to the lab. Phoenix shrugged as she left.

"I'm going to go hit the hay stack," Phoenix told her, stretching, and yawning, before slumping up from his chair, and trailing out of the kitchen.

That was totally unfair, seeing as the kitchen was a complete disaster. There was a bag of sugar and flour next to each other by the sink, and everybody had left their dishes on the table. Pans and pots littered the sink, and the counters looked as though a tornado had gone through. Well, Dan was technically a tornado. She groaned at the sight.

"I'll do the dishes." Amy told Ian quietly, and she walked over to the sink, Ian following her. She turned and raised an eyebrow at her.

"What?" He shrugged his shoulders. "I can help."

"No offense," Amy replied. "But do you even know how to clean the dishes?"

Ian gasped mockingly. "How dare you insult Ian the great! Of course I know how to clean the dishes! I may not know how to vacuum, but that doesn't mean I don't know how to do everything!"

Amy placed a hand on each side of her hip bone, and with a raised eyebrow, gazed unconvinced at him. He grinned innocently.

"Well, I may not know everything about the dishes."

"Ah ha! So I was right!" Amy smirked triumphantly, before turning back to the sink. Grabbing a plate, she cleaned it, then stuck it in the dishwasher, which Ian had unwillingly opened for her.

Ian leaned against the counter, and watched her intensely, as if writing mental notes. He watched closely at what she was doing, and grinned as she got water all over her from a stubborn pan.

"Oh, you think that's funny, do you?" Amy asked sincerely, and grabbed a cup, filling it with water, and dumping it on his head. He sputtered, stunned at her actions. Water dripped down his shirt, and gathered in pools at his feet. "Ian! You made a mess on the floor!"

Ian grinned, and grabbed a towel. Swirling it in circles on the floor, he cleaned the water up, than drained the water out onto Amy's head.

Amy froze, as if a deer in headlights. Now she supposed it was his turn to laugh at her, and she blushed fiercely. When she looked into his eyes, she didn't see any signs of cruelty, or harsh humor. Instead, she saw genuine laughter, and was that affection? She shook her head. Must have been her imagination.

She stuck her bottom lip out, and grabbed a towel, trying to dry her hair. She groaned in frustration when she noticed the drenched book that she had reluctantly sat down earlier that day. She plucked the spine carefully, her thumb and pointer finger lifting the book carefully like a scientist examining a new specimen. Sinead would get a kick out of that.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "You. Drenched. My. New. Book."

She noted with satisfaction that he gulped nervously. "I'll buy you a new one," he told her frantically, but she shook her head. It was a limited copy!

"Kind of hard to," she replied in a calm, dangerous voice. She lifted the cover up for him to see, and swore she saw beads of sweat drip down his forehead as he read what it said. He rose his eyebrows in disbelief. A limited copy? Well, crap. He was screwed.

"Listen," he began reasonably. "It's just a book, I'll get you the whole entire series."

Amy shook her head, and turned back to the dished, scrubbing and entering them into the dishwasher. Ian leaned against the counter again, and she rolled her eyes.

"I'm just kidding." She told him. "It's just a book; not the end of our world."

He shook his head sarcastically. "Of course it is, for you. If you lose one book out of millions, we'll all die, right? Nothing worse than an enraged Amy on the lose."

She playfully nudged him. "Not true," she protested. "Plus, how can you say that? If there's one wrinkle on your expensive suits, you'll go on a rampage, and go crazy."

Ian shrugged. "Not true." At Amy's look, he grinned sheepishly. "Ok, maybe a little. But I won't go crazy."

Amy nodded slowly, looking unconvinced. "Uh huh, yes that's the case. Anyways, don't you have something to do? Like, Lucian stuff? Surely you have something at least."

H e shrugged again. "Nah, just 'cause I'm Lucian leader doesn't mean I'm busy twentyfour-seven. Unlike you."

She twirled around, eyebrows raised. "Excuse me? What makes you say that?"

He grinned at her. "Because it's true. Isn't that why you're always grumpy, staying up late, and locked up in your room?"

She gave a frustrated snort, whirled around and scooped up a handful of flour sitting in a bag next to the sink. She lunged forward, and sprinkled the powdery substance across his head, smiling innocently when he sputtered in surprise.

He gave her an enraged glare before grabbing the bag of sugar that also was next to the flour, and threw it at her, causing her to cough in surprise as the sugar entered her mouth. She looked up to see him smirking, so she grabbed an egg and cracked it over his head.

Ian realized it was war, so he grabbed a bowl of syrup and dumped it over her head. She grabbed the remainder off pancake batter, and scooped a handful, smearing it all over his face. Laughing, he used his thumb, and smeared some on her cheek.

She looked up and was startled to see how close they were to each other. He was smirking down at her, and she hated how close he was to her.

"You've got some on your cheek, love." He told her. She cocked an eyebrow up.

"Is that so?" She asked, then wrapped her hands around his neck, and crashed her lips onto his. Ian widen his eyes in surprise, then closed them, and kissed back. Amy's lips were on fire, in a soothing, good way, and she felt a blush creep into her cheeks.

Ian pulled away for air, and leaned his forehead against hers. "You're a mess, love."

"Because of you." She replied, looking into his amber eyes. "But, then again, you're a mess as well."

He chuckled. "Again, because of you."

The stood there for a few precious minutes, until they were interrupted by a loud cough instantly pulling them apart as they turned to glare at the intruder.

"Are you too lovebirds done?" Dan asked, grinning as he held up a camera. Beside him, Atticus and Phoenix were laughing.

"Dan!" Amy shrieked, throwing the first towel she grabbed at him. "Get out of here, unless you're planning on cleaning up!"

Laughing, they raced out of the room, shoving and pushing each other. Amy groaned; no doubt they were going to show everyone else.

She looked over, and saw Ian smirking. She gave him a gentle shove. He grinned, and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her towards him.

"Now, about that kiss . . ."

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