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attempting to respond bubblier, like the Su Monster beside me who seemed to burn to get her chance to speak with the strange guy sitting with us. Opal nodded her head and smiled with her palm facing upwards towards the new guy. “This is Simon, my twin brother.” Susi’s and my mouths dropped. This Simon was gorgeous. He was on the same scale of sexiness as Connor. The resemblance to Opal was extremely obvious now. Both had vivid, dark red hair and freckles splashed on their faces. They could’ve been a pair of models. Light brown eyes with speckles of green in them. They’re both stunning.

Ash nods, “Don’t blame him. What father would do that to his child?” She sighs, “Simon’s father was the head of the cult, couldn’t let any infraction with his family go unpunished or people would talk of favouritism or special treatment. So, he was particularly hard on Simon for his whole life. Simon was found by a Guild recruiter along with Ben and Connor. They’d all found each other and were running small scams on bad guys. Connor’s a Totem-Witch, with a particular talent for glamours, so he could change how they looked. Simon was the tech whizz, and Ben was the muscle.”

“How is she today, Simon?” “She was happy,” Simon put the note into a jar on the table just inside the door. “Whether she stays that way when she sees you…” he shrugged. “Who’s this?” He returned his attention to Aislen. “Aislen,” Heath drew Aislen to his side and put his arm around her in a clear statement to Simon that they were together. “Aislen, this is Simon Kershaw. Simon owns the farm.” “Holds it temporarily, for the duration of my life,” Simon corrected.

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Simon drifted through the house, lights off, footsteps soft. Every room still carried her—her laugh in the hallway, her scent on the couch. He pressed his palm to his face, exhaled, and tried to shake her out of his head. His phone vibrated. Unknown number. He frowned and answered. “Hello? Who’s this?” “Damon.” Simon straightened. “Why the fuck are you calling me?” A pause. “Trust me, it’s not my pleasure either.”

He answers easily. “B-but..” Simon seems stuck on the words and he’s turning a weird shade of purple. “But what? I am not going to marry you. I. AM. TAKEN. Very happily taken and completely not available. Leave me alone!” I insist. Simon’s pretence of manners falls away completely. “You have to be JOKING! There’s no way you would choose some boy toy INCUBUS over me! Do you know who my family are?” He yells.

Simon was skinny and tall with dark blond hair that he cut low. "What exactly is your specific area of expertise if you do not mind me asking," I requested. "We sell fish," Simon blurted out. "Do not be so crude, Simon, but yes we are involved in the large distribution of edible aquatic animals, it's fun," Daphne said. She was dressed in a black suit and skirt with a matching pantyhose and high heeled red bottom shoes. She did not look like a fisher man. Danny on the other hand was all Peaky Blinders and it was not even corny. It suited him just fine. If fish was really what they sold, then it must be some kind of special fish because even the car seemed brand new.

I clenched my fist and gritted my teeth as if I wanted to punch that guy so hard until he could not anymore breathe. Vera did not know anything about Simon but why of all people, it had to be him? That man was good at pretending until women would fall into his trap. The real Simon Morris was coming from a wealthy family in France. His name was actually Nicholas Monet. He just decided to study in LA and changed his identity to Simon Morris. There's nothing impossible when it comes to money because here in LA, he was able to live in disguise. He let people believed he was a sensible man. But the truth is, he was a pervert!

Hazel went on to ask, "What do you do for a living?" Simon’s eyes went a bit deeper. "You have brought me here, and you still want to hide your identity from me?" Hazel folded her arms across her chest and looked at him like a smile. Simon put down the cutlery and smiled with a bit of seriousness, "Since you really want to know me, then I will fulfill your wish. I am the king of the dark world." Hazel was drinking water. Hearing what Simon said, she started choking and spit it all over Simon’s food. Chester’s face changed, he quickly removed the food and replaced it with fresh food.

Callum has strawberry blonde hair and has a fair skin tone, his face is more chiselled than Luke’s and he is the smallest of the four but he knows how to pack a punch. Finally there is Simon, he is a skinny guy who is just starting out to define his muscles, he has light brown hair and green eyes and his face is very soft. “Any problems today gents?” I ask as Brian shakes his head. “No sir, he has been quiet the whole day. I think his body is slowly shutting down.” I nod my head as I walk towards the vault doors, “Simon bring me a bottle of water and bread. Let's see if we can make him talk while dangling something he needs in front of him.”