I see several couples dancing and smiling as they come to the party, which was held outside. Laughter fills the room. I assist by handing out food to guests who have opted to join us for our open evening. I stand around aimlessly, having no one to dance with.

I keep eating spoonful's of pomegranate seeds, remembering Diávolos' touch on my skin. As the images flashed back into my head, my stomach felt like it was on fire; he made me feel incredible.

He kissed every part of my body as if it were his favourite sweet. If my parents knew about this or found out in any way. I am a dead woman. Not even Diávolos can protect me. But one thing that has been on my mind, is that Diávolos was in love. He fell in love and the love of his life does not remember him.

That is why he kills. Maybe he kills the bad people involved. I had no idea because after he told me the story, he disappeared. I need to find her, maybe she can help me...but what if she doesn't even know Diávolos?

I see joey walking towards the tables, with his wife, Anna. I smile brightly and then, Ares walks in behind them.

He looked evilly handsome, a black suit on with the first few buttons of his shirt undone. He looked like a leader as most, the one you would read in wolf books. He stood taller than ever, over towering half the people in the room. His hands filled with tattoos, and since his arms were covered, the next version is his neck.

His dark black curls loom the moon light, his eyes were darker and then they linked with mine. Where is Cathy? I look away, back to the pots of pomegranate seeds. I looked absolutely hideous.

My dress is cut from lightweight crepe for a fresh Summer feel and is decorated with a pretty lemon floral print. The bodice has corsetry boning to the front, back and sides for that perfect cinched hourglass shape and the lightly shaped cups are lined for a comfortable fit. The pretty puff sleeves add to the fun and floaty vibe, and I love the way that the side thigh split shows just a flash of thigh as I walk. But compared to what he was wearing, I looked like a goddamn child. Something stands beside me; I look to the side and see Ares staring down at me.

The way our eyes just linked, the way he looked at me making me feel like I am the only girl in the room. His strong jaw, it could cut a line of my skin without intending too. "Ares..."

"Alexandra."

"I guess princess has left your dictionary." I did not mean to say that! Why did I say that! I mentally face palm my forehead before continuing to put food down onto my plate.

"I thought you wanted to dance. All that practise."

"I did, but no one has tried to ask. So, I'm just eating my seeds quietly." I softly smile, and Ares opens his mouth to say something before Joey's wife arrives with a beautiful woman. Her long blonde hair, which reached her hips, was perfectly straight. I was insecure because she was dressed in a long black gown that revealed her tanned legs. Her big blue eyes and long lashes, oh sugar.

"Ares, this is Brianna. She's looking for someone to dance with, I thought I'd introduce her to my handsome grandson." Brianna smiles, perfect teeth.

"He is handsome indeed," Brianna laughs. God, even her laugh is perfect. I step away a little to the side, my heart burning for some reason as I refill my already filled up bowl with pomegranate. I push a lock of my hair behind my ears.

"Go dance, the two of you, for me." Anna smiles, I could feel Ares' eyes on me. Please ask me instead Ares...

"I was actually going to ask-"

"See, he was going to ask you. Off you go!" I watch Anna push the both of them onto the dance floor, I bite onto my lips and make my way to the corner of the room. Settling down onto the chair, I did not want to look up but once I did. The same feeling of pain strikes my heart. She was laughing, so clearly, he is interested in her.

I wanted to dance...

I practised...

She is beautiful and sexy.

I am a child.

I am eighteen years old.

He is twenty-three.

I have Diávolos.

But I feel the same to him...to both of them.

They did have familiar features.

The night is slowly ending, and I never got my dance. I guess it hurt a little, all the young men that the elders brought and not a single person asked me.

I offered to clean alone for which the rest of employees thanked me. Ares left; I had not seen him since the dance. He is probably with her. I do not blame him. Once the hall empties, I grab the terrible bag and begin shoving the plastic plates alone. Am I ugly? Is that why no one asked? Am I not sexy enough? Is it because my dress is too modest?

I feel tears leave my eyes, gosh! Why am I always crying?

Because Diávolos is in love with another girl.

Ares is in love with a girl. It hurts.

Was I just a rebound? Did Diávolos...not feel the same? Is he still in love with her? Does he imagine her when he kisses me? I tie up the rubbish bag and turn around to see Ares leaning against the wall, his arms folded over his chest. "Ares...what-what are you doing here? The party ended an hour ago." I smile through the pain.

"I know, did you get your dance?" He asks me.

"No, but it's okay, it's just a silly dance." I chuckle, rubbing my nose. He makes his way towards me.

"No to you it wasn't, you practised." He takes the bin bag from my grasp and throws it to the side, slides his hands around my waist, and effortlessly drags me to the vacant dance floor. He crushes me against him and starts moving around the dance floor gently. "What are you doing, Ares?"

"You wanted to dance, you practised." His hands stay lightly on my lower back, my hands rested on his bicep whilst the other in his huge hands which enveloped mine in. I look away from him. "Look at me princess," it felt like i demand I had to complete. And so, the entire time, with my heart pumping and him so close.

His eyes are too familiar.

He lifts my hand over my head before swirling me around, one, twice. I was scared to trip. But with his firm grip around my waist. I was sure not too.

My mind. My thinking tells me he is too similar to Diávolos. Those green eyes, as well as his lips. And then there is the tattoos. Only a moron could not have guessed it. And to be honest, it only frightened me a bit. But it was the tattoo on his left hand that convinced me it was not Diávolos.

Whilst Diávolos had the two swords, Ares had a butterfly.

Two opposites.

"He's in love..." I whisper, resting my head onto his chest. "Diávolos is in love."

"And how does that make you feel?"

"I'm in love with him...but someone else has his heart. I guess I was just a quick rebound,"

I smile softly, knowing that deep inside. It hurts. Was I just a rebound? Did he not feel the same? Is he still in love with her? Does he imagine her when he kisses me? I have questions swirling my head, and it hurts. I have to accept my fate.

His fingers graze my cheeks, he looks down at my lips. But for some reason, something jolts my mind. They looked so familiar, everything about Ares suddenly felt like-like...

I ignore it and continue dancing, he came back. To dance with me. "She's really pretty...Brianna." I whisper.

"Yeah, she is,"

"Is she the girl you're in love with?" Seriously? Be quiet! I did not look at him once. I made sure to keep my gaze averted the entire conversation.

"No, I just met her today princess."

"Oh, how does she look like? The girl..." He lifts my face up.

"Her eyes are light brown, the colour of trees in the brightest summer sun. Light brown eyes are always so many subtle hues, and I was lucky enough to see all of them in hers. She has chubby cheeks that go red in an instant, her hair...her brown hair added warmth to her features, a simple frame for that smile and eyes that held more love than she would ever admit. When the strands curls and moves, the colour changes. She has full lips," was he-describing me?

It sounded like me...

I have brown hair and brown eyes...my eyes trail all over his face. Why did i feel like this happened before? I groan, grasping onto my head. My brain aching me. I push myself away from him and look around. My mind dizzying. "Alexandra..." I hear his strong voice, then his warm hands around my waist. I limp into his arms, "hey, what's wrong?"

"My head hurts..." He pushes my hair behind my head, I feel like I am sweating a lot. Almost like a rush.

"Describe me, without looking at me!" I cover his eyes with my hands, he smiles.

"Your eyes are light brown, the colour of trees in the brightest summer sun. Light brown eyes are always so many subtle hues, and I was lucky enough to see all of them in yours. You have chubby cheeks that go red in an instant...you are beautiful..." I pull my hands away and press my lips onto his.

I feel my legs give out on me, but with his firm arms around me. He stops me from doing so. My eyes shoot open and stare into his. "Alexandra!" I feel the air coming out of my lungs, unable to breathe. I grab onto throat; Ares' eyes widen as he settles me down onto the floor.

I press my head onto her chest, she stopped breathing. There was no pulse. Once I have her on her back, I tilt her head back while pressing her chin up and forward with two fingers. It should move her tongue out of the way and make it easier for her to breathe.

I place one hand directly over the centre of her chest and my other hand on top of the first for reinforcement. I press down on the Alexandra's chest firmly and quickly; I begin to grow tired. Fuck this. I place my mouth over hers, pinch her nose closed and forcefully breathe into her mouth for at least one full second and watch to see if her chest rises a little or not. I do it again, hearing sirens.

And then, she gasps. I pull my mouth away from hers, I rush my fingers through my hair as she begins coughing. Then her widened eyes touch mine.

She had it.

She had the memory...

She is remembering.