He hangs up with the Powaqu. Trailing his fingers over her silken skin, he feels her shiver and he looks up at her face. Why does she look so terrified? He saved her. He protected her. He pushes away from her, his heart pounding in his ears.

* * *

It is just before dawn when Jason jerks up in his bed, his eyes glowing red, chest heaving, sweat dripping, hand clenching the sheet. His dreams had turned dark and violent. It takes him minutes to calm down enough for his beast to recede. Grabbing his phone, he looks for a message from Nestor, but there is nothing. Leaning back against the carved wooden headboard, he tries to come up with a way to find Emma. He is growing frustrated with his lack of ideas when he hears quiet footsteps moving down the hall.

Rising from his bed, he moves to the door and cracks it slowly, glancing out. Raven moves slowly around a dozing Sean, who is sitting, knees drawn up, outside Michael's door. Just as she steps clear of him, his hand shoots out and grabs her calf as his eyes fly open. Her startled gasp fills the quiet hallway.

He releases her as if his hand is burning, "Sorry, lass. Ye startled me."

"It is I who am sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. I just heard someone shout and came out to check."

"Yes, he's had a hard night." Sean's head turns as he hears Jason's approaching steps. Slowly, he rises up and moves away from the door. "Why don't we go drink some tea and let him rest? He has finally calmed down."

Jason's hand claps him on the shoulder while they walk to the kitchen. Damia is standing at the stove with her back to them. Jason crosses and kisses her gently on the top of her hair while whispering to her. She is beaming when she turns.

"Breakfast will be ready soon. The tea and coffee are out on the patio. The morning is so beautiful; go out and enjoy it." She shoos them out of her kitchen. Jason gives her a gentle hug before joining the others outside, forgiving her for contacting Perséphone.

Sean and Raven already have their cups, sipping at their tea when he joins them. They sit beside each other, and he moves across from them. Watching.

"I had hoped his dreams were lessening," Jason murmurs.

"Och, some nights are good. Some nights are hell. Tis naught you can do. Michael's soul is still gentle."

Jason doesn't point out that Sean has the same type of nights. Raven's eyes are filled with knowledge, due to her own demons brought home from battlefields. Movement has them coming alert, but their bodies slowly relax as Aislin moves through the door with Kai right behind her. Aislin's eyes lighting up when she sees the coffee. She quickly turns back inside and grabs Damia in a quick hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

Damia chuckles before whispering, "I made Gregor find you the Kona. Jason said you like it strong."

"I do." She practically skips out and sits with a sigh when Kai hands her a cup. Sipping it, she grins, "Just the right amount of sugar."

Leaning over, she kisses him lingering, until Sean grumbles, "Get a room."

"We have one, thanks." They all chuckle at her mumbled comeback since she never moves away from his lips to say it.

Raven looks away from her cheeks flushing.

"Sorry. I just love that he remembers the little things. My Aunt Joy always says if they take the time to remember the little things, well they are a keeper for sure." Aislin’s eyes look back at Kai, "She is gonna love you."

She looks back at Raven as she settles under Kai's arm, drawing her legs up on the cushions. She can't help but be a little jealous of the woman's beauty - flawless peach skin, long white blonde hair, violet eyes, and perfectly pink lips. Her perusal is interrupted by the food. Damia and Gregor bring out massive platters with everything from succulent looking fruit to hearty meats and cheeses. They all dig in. Michael joins after a while, grumbling that someone should have woke him. Conversation dwindles to the occasional statement about food. As Aislin finishes, Michael's phone rings. Sitting his plate down, he pulls it out and glances at the screen. He takes the call, placing it on speaker.

"Patrick, did you find something?"

"Yes, well, we think so. The house across the inlet is owned by a man call Arias Ekdíki̱si̱. We haven't been able to find out much about him but we have found many other properties under that name. We are emailing the list to Aislin."

"Thanks, Patrick. We'll keep you updated," Aislin calls out.

"Let me ken if you need me there."

Michael lays his phone down after they all say goodbye. Jason stands and walks down the path. It leads to the cliff and is shaded by vines that are loaded with vibrant pink flowers. As they all begin to follow him, Sean notices how everything is symmetrical, always a pair of things in the garden. Aislin loves the olive trees, their gnarled trunks reminding her of the old oaks at home. Raven brings up the rear and is focused more on the people than the huge pots filled with citrus trees, the branches bowing with the weight of the fruit.

Jason stands on the ancient cliff, looking down at the slumbering sea, the waves gently drenching the sand before sliding back out to the deep. A seagull wheels and turns below, the quiet only broken as it calls out. He could feel them behind him… Waiting. His gaze focuses on a small boat. A fisherman, out in the early morning, stands in it balancing himself against the gently rocking water. He throws his net, and it shimmers like a diamond in the morning light.

"The word ekdíki̱si̱ means revenge." He says it while turning to face the others. Aislin gasps and the men's faces harden. It is Raven's face that intrigues him the most, her eyebrows furrow and her head tilts. "I have never heard it as a surname, so that means it was most likely chosen for a reason."