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Galahad smiled, the expression reaching dark brown eyes that were alight with amusement. Loretta Christiano Amodio was exactly like her father, Don Luca, and the Twilight man couldn’t be any more proud of the girl that stood sassily in front of him.

    She wants so very badly to laugh. What, aside from the fact that we’re getting married next month?

   Clementine stops in her tracks to whip around to face the older man. He couldn’t possibly know… could he? No, Doug had promised that he’d keep their relationship and their marriage a secret. “No, of course not,” she snapped, crossing her arms, before putting her hands on her hips, head tilting upward as her brows furrow. 

     “What makes you say that?”

                ”Well, for one,” He begins with an amused smile, ”You’re both terrible at keeping secrets away from me.” Galahad winks, however, and gives a thumbs up, ”Whatever it is, I hope you two make good decisions because Doug is as reckless as I was when I was his age.” He watches Clementine closely, observing her before he reaches over to pat her on the head twice with a quiet chuckle.

  ❝  Yeah,  you  can  say  that  again  .  ❞ She  lets  a  soft  laugh  escape  her  honeyed  lips  despite  her  healing     wounds  and  the  pain  that  came  with  it.  If  she’d  known  what  would  have  happened  tonight  at  the  party,     she  would’ve  been  a  lot  more  prepared.  She’d  carried  her  twin  sais  in  her  knee  high  heeled  boots  just      in  case  but  she’d  never  expected  that  she’d  have  to  use  them,  especially  not  against  other  Twilights.     Clementine  had  got  herself  earrings  and  shoes  and  let  out  her  wild  hair,  and Alex  had  bought  themselves     both  matching  dresses  and  everything  specifically  for  tonight,  too.  So  much  for  a  girl’s  night  out.

  Golden eyes flickered around  the  lounge  as  she  paced around  the  room,  heels  clacking  on  the  floor.         Nicolas,  Worick  and  Alex  were  being  questioned  by  the police  and  Marco  was  being observed  by  Theo          outside.   ❝ Connie’s  gonna  be  pissed,  ❞  she  muses,  gloved  fingers  laced  together.   ❝ You  were                     awesome  back  there  …  but  Erica  and  her  little  shitbird  could  pop  up  at  anytime  again.  If  it  weren’t  for           Doug  and  Ginger,  we’d  all  be  fucked.  I  wouldn’t have  been  able  to  say  goodbye  to  AJ  or - ❞  She  pauses  mid  -  speech,  biting  her  lip,  a  flush  tinting  her  cheeks.  No,  it’d  be  best  not  to  mention  Doug  in  front  of  him,  let  alone  anyone  else  -  what  they  had  was  top  secret  and  she  would  not  have  her  boyfriend  get  into  anymore  danger  than  he  was  already  involved  in.  ❝ …  and  that  scares  me. ❞

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                Galahad grins in response, “The missy is already angry that the club got busted up anyways--” He cuts himself off for a short second to continue listening to Clementine speak. 

                He doesn’t reply for a long second, “You two seem pretty close,” He observes, “You and Doug.” Sure, Gal didn’t know the whole story but he wasn’t stupid. Doug talks about Clem all the time and always flushes when teased about it. 

“I’ve never seen someone look so miserable at a party,” the reply is spoken to the man on her left but Mel’s eyes are still on her apple martini.  “If you hate your job, you should quit.”

    “Ah. you can’t really blame us, can you?” Galahad offers a smile, eyes alight with amusement.