FOUR YEARS LATER
     Time doesn't always roll fast, especially when you're expecting something. Time isn't always on our side, just like good luck and good fate. 
    We have choices to make, we have decisions to make, and all that matters is what we do with those time? 
   How you choose to spend time your time waiting for something that matters, but ultimately, the question can not long be hidden… 
     “what you wait for, is it worth the time for the wait?” I answered that question myself a long time ago, and each time I see his face, his smile, his body, each time I feel his love, his warmth, each time I smell his scent, and his sweetness, I give myself a pat for making the right decision. 
     Everything changed with time, every single thing, except the pain from Russ, although bearable this time, I found my peace, and he was forever engraved in my heart. 
     I still remember that day, not long after I got back from the land of the dead.
    He held my hands in the assuring clasp of his, he looked into my eyes with a burning desire and hunger and love for me, he whispered into my ears, as he worked his lips from my neck to my chest and after a soft nibble on my ear, his words were clear… 
    "I promise never to leave you. I promise to be yours forever, you're all I need, and you're all I will ever need…" 
    We kissed passionately with clamouring touches all summer, all winter, and even on rough days… but everything wasn't right. 
    "Don't worry. We will find a way out, I promise, there's a way to break the mark…" he said, the first time we tried to make love, the first time we decided to give in to the lust of the flesh and lose ourselves in each other's body. 
    "You have been marked by the werewolf. It would be hard to break…" I couldn't have him, I couldn't fully have him, I couldn't take him into me… 
     "I'm sorry, I can't—" 
     He pressed his finger against my lips. "Shhhh… this is not your doing. I Know how it feels, like he owns you? But you don't want that, but still, you can't control it, it pulls you away…" 
    "Yes" I replied under my breath, taken by his kiss. 
    "See? Even when he's absent, he won't stop trying to ruin your life, trying to break us apart…" 
    "Nothing will break us apart, my love for you, Swinston, grows stronger each day, I'm stuck with you forever, and I don't want it any other way"
    "I love you…" 
    "I'm sorry that this is happ—" 
     He pressed his finger against my lips again. "Shhhh, please don't. I'll wait, no matter how long it takes, we will one day soon, have each other like we want, like we desire, like we deserve…" he said, trailing his finger down from my chest to my abdomen, circling around the lower abdomen and planting sinful kisses on my crotch.
    He took his fingers inside my honey pot, turning some degree, and turning up the heat, I saw myself moaning inside his mouth. 
     It's been four years, life was starting to feel new. There was no other fun like being an assassin and killing, except spending time with my man. 
    Even though all was good, my hatred for Logan wasn't on hold, but still, both men had changed my life for good, forever.
    I thought I wouldn't be able to trust anyone else with my heart, but Swinston made me understand that not everyone it's as bad as the last, and just because the mission is hard, doesn't mean we shouldn't go. Soldiers go to war even when they know they could die. 
    But the matters of the heart was different, you can fall many times, over and over again… 
    But, regression to the mean, it can't be all good for a long time… the law, which stated that when things gets so bad, it would sometime, eventually get back to the middle; normal, and sometimes when things gets so good it eventually gets back to the middle, and it never stays so good for a long time. 
    "Swinston, is that you?" I was disturbed from the quiet sight at the lake from the house. 
   I walked to the receiving door and opened it. I couldn't believe what I saw… my knees became weak, and a lump grew in my throat, my heart beat slowed down as I held my breath, it must be a dream still, because there was no way…
*End of Camila's POV*
     Logan stood across the door's frame with a stench look. He didn't look like he came to apologize, it looked like he had come to take her away…
    "Wh-at are you doing here?" Camila stammered. It was the words she managed to let out after a few minutes of being lost by his presence. 
    "You must have a lot of questions, but I promise you—" 
    "No, you don't get to make promises to me ever again…" 
    He furrowed his eyebrows "What are you talking about?" 
   "What am I talking about?!" Camila yelled at him, trying to keep the tears at bay. 
    "Where's Russ? What happened? Why did you leave the house?" He was the one asking so many questions. It wasn't the response, nor was it what Camila expected of him when he eventually shows up. 
    Camila chuckled. "I should have known better. Is this how you do your own apology? It sucks!" She closed the door on him, but he pushed it off before It could lock, and stepped inside. 
    "No, get out of here! I don't want to see you ever again!" Camila yelled at him, but she wouldn't touch him.
    Logan couldn't make sense of what was happening. "Okay fine. I get you're still annoyed because I didn't tell you I would be going to China soon, but it's okay. I'll make it up to you, but first, we have to get out of here, right now!" He took Camila's hand, she slid out by force and gave him a sounding hot slap, that would get anyone on their knees, crying. 
    "Are you insane!" 
     "Want did you do that for?" Logan couldn't believe she would still be angry, probably, it was her vampire side that was taking the best of her.
    She shook her head. "He was right, even if you did come back, you won't be the same Logan…" 
    "What? Who's he? Why are you acting like this?" 
   Camila took a moment away to observe him again, he looked like a soldier who had survived a war and went through hell to come back home. 
    "What happened to you, Logan? Why did you leave? Why didn't you come back sooner? It's been five years already, you can't just show up and ask me to come with you!" 
    Logan wore a dreadful look. "Five years since?" He asked, utterly confused. 
    Camila chuckled. "What's this now? Is this some kind of acting? I don't think you're doing it very well…" 
    "What are you talking about!? What happened to five years? What did you not tell me?!" He was obviously scared and nervous, and it was obvious in his voice. 
    "You really don't remember?" Camila asked in a low tone. 
    "I swear I don't know what you are talking about…" 
    She took some steps back and brought her phone. Clicked on the calendar widget and planted it on his face. 
   His eyes widened. "It's the year—"
   "Yeah, five years since you left"
   Logan staggered back, unable to breathe, he fell on his knees and hit his hands repeatedly on the ground, and his eyes shone. 
    "Oh no no, what have they done to me! they kept me locked up for five years?" Even the words were hard for him to pronounce. It wasn't a joke anymore…
    "They caged me like an animal for five years!?" He growled.