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of her,” he lifted his chin towards me.
    “Always.”
    “Be careful Al,” I hugged him briefly. I felt a tug at my heart. He wasn’t my father, but he’d stepped in and played an important guiding role in my life over the last couple months. He waved at the others before heading to a taxi a few cars down. I returned my attention to our transportation.
    “Hello. I am Matteo, and I will be your driver while you are here,” he introduced, his accent slightly marring his English. He was young; tan skin, jet black hair and dark brown eyes that stared directly at me as he spoke. I shifted uncomfortably at the attention as nearly every male around me bristled.
    “We’ll be renting cars after this,” Kai bit out.
    Matteo glanced at Kai before returning to me. I slid behind Kellan who instantly straightened himself at my need for protection. I couldn’t fathom what was so interesting about me. I looked down at my VS capri sweats and white tee sticking out below my pink American Eagle hoodie. I was completely covered with no make-up and my hair up in some sort of mess I was sure. I didn’t find anything attractive about me or on me.
    I jumped as Kellan burst out in the native tongue, a biting tone echoing around us in the airport exit corridors. I heard the trunk doors open out. I peeked around to find Matteo averting his eyes as his head hung.
    “What the heck did you say to him?” I projected the demand.
    “I told him to stop staring at you and do his job.”
    “You didn’t have to be rude about it.”
    “He was being rude to you. You don’t ogle people.”
    “Ogle? Never heard you say that before.” I couldn’t hide my amusement. He raised a questioning brow in my direction at the smile on my face. “You’re cute you know that?”
    “And you’re beautiful, but mine. And I don’t like people ogling my stuff.”
    “Can you two stop the head chat and get in the van?” Kalel asked, standing impatiently by the open back door. Just as I was about to walk past him, Kalel touched my arm. “Be careful what you think around here. Being together doesn’t protect what you project. You projected part of your thoughts just now.”
    “What’s the difference between thinking and projecting?”
    “Projecting typically involves a conversation. You’re projecting what you want to him,” he lifted his chin towards Kellan, “To pick up on an open frequ ency . ”
    “You’re in the capital of your kind. We’re outsiders here. The French quarter is vampire territory. Because of that you need to be cautious of how you interact with us. It is still widely frowned upon here,” Will advise d , notebook in hand .
    “Basically, you’re the only thing standing between them kicking our asses,” Rafi jumped in.
    “Even the embassy?” I checked.
    “Especially there. That embassy was established by the original family.”
    We drove in silence to the hotel, which was far from fancy, yet still quaint and comfy. It felt homey. Matteo cleared his throat at the door to mine and Kellan's room. I looked to him; he was fidgeting in the door frame.
    "The embassy has requested a meeting with you." He passed a quick glance at Kellan before adding, "Alone."
    "Why?"
    "I do not know the reason. I am only the..." he stopped, peering off at nothing, as if he was trying to find the right word. "Uh, message. I only bring the message."
    "You're only the messenger," I offered the phrase.
    "Si," he smiled sheepishly.
    "She doesn't go anywhere alone," Kellan barked. I put a calming hand on his chest as I turned to face him. He stared over me at Matteo.   "I don't trust him."
    "What do you think he's going to do?"
    "Does it matter?"
    "Woah! What's wrong? You've been on edge this entire trip. We both knew it wasn't going to be a vacation. You knew the itinerary, so what's up?"   He finally gave me his attention.
    "It's hitting me. We're here now and it's all hitting me at once. We have no backup except the ones we brought; we have no one