Forever Yours

Chapter Eighteen

"Well... I dunno about you, but this has been a fun experience," Quinn said as he sat down on the bed before laying backwards to stare up at the canopy. Scanning the room they were in, he frowned and sat up. "This room...its like..."

"It's like someone threw up pink?" Ian finished for him.

Quinn turned his head to look at him, a silly grin on his face. "Yeah, how'd you know?"

"Thought the same thing myself," Ian replied as he took the rocking chair next to the bed. "Kind of gives you a headache..."

Quinn nodded his head, his gaze glancing over the items on the nightstand between them. Picking up a little glass dog, he examined it closely before sitting it back down. Glancing at Ian, he gave a grin before saying, "I'm too scared to ask who decorated this room.... But I've gotta know, man. You've gotta tell me."

"Hades."

"No shit? Wow..." Quinn pursed his lips as he nodded his head in agreement. "Okay... I mean the day was already strange, what with gods and witches and things... Why not add in that little part? Yeah, I could totally see the God of the Underworld decorating a girl's room."

Ian chuckled at him, shaking his head. "It's a long story," he chuckled. Moving his gaze about the room, he landed on the girls who sat by the large fireplace. They were each in a chair, quietly talking to one another. Ian figured they had a lot to catch up on, but something was telling him to keep an eye on Makaria.

"You said you investigated me and Julia," Ian said as he turned his attention back to the boy sitting in amidst of pink and frills. "What exactly did you guys find out?"

Quinn looked over him before he shifted his gaze back to the lace above. "About you? Not much. You don't exist, not on paper or in the web of lies," he said referring to the internet. Sitting up on his elbows, Quinn watched as the two girls giggled about something. "Found out some stuff about Julia, but it was more like she wasn't real either. Back in the 1880's there was this rich family that died in a fire. Seems like Julia borrowed the body of the oldest daughter."

"Borrowed?"

"It was Julia, but it wasn't her," Quinn remarked. "Had her face, but the eyes were cold. I don't know if it was just the times or what, but the whole family look like they were snobs."

"Name?"

"Of who? The family?"

Ian nodded his head. "Yes." He watched as Quinn started thinking, his brows furrowed as if deep in thought.

After a few minutes, Quinn shook his head. "I don't seem to recall. You'll have to ask Kae, she might remember."

"Kaethe?"

She turned her blonde head around, looking at the two boys in the room. Makaria turned around as well. "Yeah?" She still found it strange that Ian Wallace was talking to her or that he was a god. Then again, that did explain the whole 'worship the basketball player in high school thing' that he had going for him. "What's up?"

"What was the name of the family that died in the 1880's? Quinn can't seem to remember. He was hoping you did," Ian replied.

"Uh... I think the McLions?"

"Michael?"

"Yeah! That was the dad's name! Michael McLions. He was some rich dude," Quinn shouted. "Kae, who was the oldest daughter?"

Kaethe made a face at him. "You know I wonder daily if you weren't dropped on your head," she said sarcastically to Quinn. "We were just checking on this, like not even two days ago, and you've already forgotten what their names were? Geez, Quinnton... I believe her name was Ariel." This was towards Ian.