"I though you would have done that." Demetri said looking at me with dark eyes.

He's angry but I don't care.

"Take it off." I ordered holding my hand out to him. Somewhere deep inside, i already knew what his answer would be.

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"We have to do the mating ceremony before I can take it off." Demetri said rubbing his cheek.

"Get out." I don't want to see him anymore.

"I'll go get your clothes from my car and be back." He said then turned and left.

I laid down on my back and played with the bracelet on my wrist.

When did he put this on me? What was my reaction? What was my mother's reaction?

What could i have done for him to put this on me? Wracking my brain for a possible explanation or memory, pain exploded in my head and i gave up, rolling onto my side and closing my eyes.

"Jessabell." I heard Demetri's voice call from the foot of my bed a little while later.

I have absolutely no desire to see him or speak to him at all. I'm angry about the damn bracelet.

"Jessabell, I'm so very sorry. I'm an asshole but I never meant to hurt you." He apologized moving into my line of vision and stooping by the bed,

"I had no choice, you have to wear it until the ceremony then my father will take it off."

That piqued my interest, why not him?

"Your father?" I voiced my concern sitting up and looking at him.

He moved too sitting on the end of my bed.

"Yes my father, the bracelet is charmed so that only my father can remove it and he's determined that it's not to be removed until after the ceremony." He informed me.

"Oh," I said feeling slightly guilty for blaming him for my misfortune. "Have we set a date for the ceremony as yet?"

He hesitated for a moment then said told me it was February first.

Nodding slowly, I looked up at him guilty for having slapped him when it isn't his fault.

"I'm sorry." I apologized looking into his gray eyes.

"You have every right to be angry." He told me taking my hand in his and kissing my palm.

I pulled my hand away and he looked up at me looking slightly hurt.

"I want to take a shower." I said pushing the sheet from my body and attempting to climb from the bed.

Demetri grabbed my arm and pulled me off the bed.

"Would you like me to help you?"

"No, I'm fine." I said blushing at the thought of him seeing me naked.

"I want to kiss you." He told me pressing me to his chest in a hug. I awkwardly wrapped my arms around his waist as he rubbed my back.

"I have to go bathe and brush my teeth." I pulled away taking the backpack from him and making my way into the small bathroom.

Striping off my clothes, I climbed into the shower and scrubbed myself from head to toe. I washed my hair with a coconut scented shampoo.

When I was finished, I dried off with a fluffy white towel then dressed in a pair of dark gray pajama pants a white tank top with a smiley face on the front and a pair of black and white striped socks.

Leaving my wet hair wrapped in the towel, I grabbed my bag and exited the bathroom to see Demetri seated in the chair by my bed talking on his phone.

At my return, he looked up and smiled. Dropping the bag on the small table close to the bed, I got back in and pulled the covers up to my chin looking at Demetri.

"She's fine now," he said into the phone, he eyes fixed on my form.

"I'll tell her you said hi..... I'm not telling her that part. Goodbye Freya." Demetri said then ended the call.

"My sister said hello." He said and I smiled.

"When you call back tell her I said hi."

Demetri rose and made his way over to me, pulling the towel from my hair and fluffing it a little.

"I'll get the brush." He said going to dig through the bag then he returned with a purple brush.

"It's okay. You don't have to do this." I protested grabbing for the towel to put over my hair.

"I want to." He said, "you've never actually let me do anything for you you know." He informed and I stayed quiet.

What can I possibly say to that?

"Ever since I met you, you've always been self-sufficient, you don't really need me." He sounds sad.

I couldn't resist peeking up into his face, his eyes were clouded with sadness.

"Don't feel bad, I haven't really needed anyone for a very long time." I told him to appease him.

Demetri stared into my eyes for a while before he kissed my cheek, then proceeded to brush the knots and tangles from my damp hair.

When he had finished, I pulled my hair into a ponytail then laid on my side while Demetri placed the brush back into the bag.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome love."

The door to my hospital room opened to admit both my parents, my mother carrying a small bowl of food.

"You took a shower." Mom smiled walking over to me and handing me the bowl and a fork.

"Yup, I was dirty." Sitting up, I opened the bowl and dug into the Mac and cheese.

I think I'm in love. Who knew I was this hungry?

"Jessabell, how are you feeling?" My father asked, but I didn't respond right away as I was busy stuffing my face with food.

After a short while, I gave him a thumbs up and continued to eat. I'm so damn hungry.

I finished eating and drank half the bottle of grape juice which my father handed to me.

Mom and I talked while my father asked to speak with Demetri outside.

I let out a small yawn and mom smiled.

"Get some sleep baby. Dr. Grey said you can come home tomorrow." She told me.

"Oh thank God." I heaved a relieved sigh then laid down on my side while she stroked my hair.

"I love you Jessabell."

"I love you too mom."

"I thought I'd lost you." She said trying to stifle a sob.

"I'm fine now." I told her taking her other hand and pulling it under my cheek as I curled closer to her.

"Go to sleep." She said continuing to stroke my hair.

The soothing motion lulled me into a dreamless sleep.

Waking up the next morning, I noticed that I was alone. I stretched and sat up, sliding from the bed, I made my way into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face.

I walked back into the room when I was finished, I contemplated climbing back into the bed but dismissed the idea as soon as it came.

Walking to the door, I pulled it open and stepped into the hospital hallway. There were a few people dressed in the plain white hospital gowns moving about.

Doctors and nurses walked about with charts in their hands, conversing with one another.

"Jessabell." A hand place on my shoulder and I jumped letting out a short scream as I spun around to see Demetri standing there, his eyebrows raised.

I placed my hand to my chest and let out a sigh.

"What the fuck?" I asked, "You scared the shit out of me."

He let out a short laugh before pulling me into his chest and wrapping his arms around me in a hug.

"Guess you're feeling better." He mumbled into my hair.

"Much better." I pulled away enough to look up into his face and smiled. "Better enough to go home."

He laughed this time, a deep sound that sent shivers through my body.

"You have to wait for Dr.Grey to discharge you sweetheart." He said leading me back into the room.

"Or you can just simply sneak me out of here." I offered reluctantly climbing back into bed after he held up the sheets for me to get in.

"I need to know you're alright before I take you home."

"But you gave me your blood, shouldn't I be completely fine?"

"Yes but you still haven't regained your memories." He said trying to look concerned and displeased by my lack of remembering him.

"You don't look like you think it's necessarily a bad thing." I said keeping my eyes glued to his face.

"I don't." He said opening the jacket of his suit and pulling it off, leaving him in a white button up shirt, a slim black tie and black slacks clinging deliciously to his hips.

"Why not?"

"We didn't have the best relationship before, you didn't like me." He told me looking heartbroken and I felt guilt seep into my brain.

"I'm not even sure if you like me now."

"I don't know enough about you to decide whether or not I like you." I told him honestly.

Smiling slightly, he walked over to me and took my hands in his.

"I think you loosing your memory is the best thing." he said and I frowned.

The fuck?!

"Well for me it is, you might give me the second chance I need but could never have with you remembering who I really am."

"Why don't I like you?" I asked worried.

"Because I'm a controlling, arrogant asshole." He said and my eyes widened in shock at how he had just described himself.

What kind of a person would feel that way about them self?

Why would he feel that way?

"I don't." He answered my unspoken question, snapping me from my thoughts. "They're your words, not mine."

I blanched, I would never say that to a person. I'm not mean or insulting to anyone.

Well not most of the time anyway.

I don't think of people like that.

"I'm not a person to you, Jess, you said I was a monster." He reminded me gently.

My eyes filled with tears, I can't believe I actually said that to someone.

"Don't cry." He commanded softly pulling me into his arms.

He's making it worse by comforting me after I've been mean to him. How could he be so sweet after I've been a bitch.

"You haven't been a bitch," he reassured softly kissing my hair. "I've been a pain in your ass, literally." He muttered.

I sensed rather than felt him grimace.

"I'm sorry." I whispered softly, my face still buried in his chest.

"It's not your fault." He said pushing me away gently, he cupped my cheeks an brushed my tears away with his thumbs.

"On a less depressing note, you can go home today." He said smiling.

A real, full blown sparkling smile that caused my breath to hitch in my throat.

He's so fucking cute. I thought in adoration.

"You curse a lot." He pointed out casually and I nodded distractedly.

"If you keep looking at me like that, I'm going to kiss you." He threatened.

His gray eyes dark with desire made him look utterly desirable. Which he is, physically.

He leaned in and covered my lips with his so quickly that I barely had time to react.

His lips were soft and plump and fit perfectly against mine.

I shivered and brought my hands up to his chest, clutching the material of his shirt as his fingers tangled in my hair.

A flash of white tore through my brain accompanied by a sharp pain, before a memory of Demetri an I kissing for the first time penetrated the blank parts of my brain.

When the image faded out. I gasped and pulled back, squeezing my eyes shut as I shook my head slightly.

"You were my first kiss." I whispered softly, my cheeks flushing in embarrassed colour.

"You remember?" He asked sounding surprised. I just nodded.

"That's all I recall." I said quickly before he could ask anything else.

"Okay. You should go take a shower and change before Dr. Grey gets here so we can leave right as he's finished." Demetri said.

"Where's my mother?"

"Outside with your baby brother, we came together and they won't let her take the baby on to this ward so she has to wait outside."

"Ok then, I'll just go bathe and get ready." I crawled out of the bed, grabbed the bag and then walked into the bathroom.

After showering I dressed in gray denim jeans, and a long sleeved black and white shirt with black converse shoes. I pulled my hair up into a bun and placed a black hairband around my head.

Stepping back into the room, I saw Dr. Grey and Demetri engaged deeply in conversation, most likely about me.

They both turned upon my arrival. Dr.Grey smiled.

"Good morning Miss. Archer, you certainly waste no time, do you young lady?"

"Nope, I really want to go home." I returned his smile.

"Well you can go home, however, you must see Dr. McCallum twice every week, I'm leaving it up to the both of you to pick your days, but you have to see him, that's an order little lady." Dr. Grey said.

"Yes sir." I said coyly enough that it would sound mocking and he glared at me a bit before rolling his eyes making me snicker.

"Apart from that, you seem perfectly fine. His Majesty's blood has done wonders for your recovery, you recovered faster and much better than anyone would have thought, there's no brain damage or any damage to any of your internal organs, just a little memory loss which will clear itself up over time, you'll be fine Ms. Archer." He told me, scanning my chart quickly with his eyes.

"What If I don't get back my memories?" I asked curiously, I wasn't worried, not in the least bit.

If it's something I need to forget because of trauma, it can't be bad if I never remember. Right?

"Well, you can always make new memories. You're free to go."

He gave Demetri a little bow before leaving the room.

"Ready to go, sweetheart?" He asked taking my bag.

"Hell yeah!" I said relieved to be getting out of here.

He smiled and handed me a pair of sunglasses.

"What are these for?"

"Sun's out, I don't want you to hurt those beautiful eyes." He told me kissing my lips gently.

He's so sweet, I wonder if he has always, and will always be this sweet to me.

Only time will tell.