Damien didn't eat anything the following morning, but took a few pills that were blue colored, swallowing them down with some sort of alcohol and glowered between Drake and Jade. He seemed as mad as a hornet, but nevertheless remained silent. Before the two of them had come down for breakfast, Jade had mentioned to Drake that she might travel in the mornings and hide the ring the rest of the day so it wasn't a constant reminder to Damien. Drake agreed and she had traveled back twenty years and by luck the mansion had been unoccupied at the time. So obviously the two of them had been half an hour late and when they finally entered into the dining room, they found that Damien had made everyone sit and wait for them, watching the steaming food resting on the table just in reach, grow cold as time ticked away. While Dane was forgiving, Amon and Blair were fit to be tied and grumbled all the while as they chewed on their cold food.

"What were you doing any ways?" Blair muttered, picking some of her eggs with her fork and letting them slide back onto the plate with a splat, wearing a disgusted grimace.

"Going through Damien's things," Drake replied casually, but clearly sarcastically as he sipped away at the drink in his hands.

"Blair told me that you haven't apologized to her or anyone for what you put as all through before you ran away like a little boy to Monorail," Damien spoke from the other end of the table, his glower had disappeared and was replaced with a cold emotionless bore.

"Don't you mean what you put us all through," Drake said through a cough.

"Apologize to her and everyone here this instance," Damien demanded calmly, not bothering to try and force Drake.

"You'll have to make me," Drake said tossing his hands in the air.

"Drake," Dane said in a warning tone, trying to keep the peace as usual, "just say it you don't have to mean it."

Drake scoffed at those words, standing upright and saying, "I just got back last night and the lot of you are already trying to order me about! I'm not going to appease Blair's damaged pride."

"Sit down," Damien hissed, trying to force him.

"No," Drake said through a thin smile, "face it. You aren't strong enough to control me with the state your in."

"Not quite," he replied smoothly, "you're just overconfident in yourself. You're forgetting too easily about the incident with Blair's finance. Now sit!"

Although, Drake resisted with all of his might, he eventually sat back down, pinned to the chair like a swatted fly against a wall.

"Stop it!" Jade cried from beside him as if in distress, as if she'd never seen a father and son behave so terribly to one another.

Without an option, Damien had to stop and Drake stood, "Well it looks like I was was right."

He turned as if to leave, but Jade said from behind him, "You're just going to leave me here with all of these strangers?"

"You're welcome to tag along," Drake said facing her with outstretched arms and a smile that didn't very well hide how irritated he was with his family.

"No," Damien said rolling his chair out from under the table, "I'd rather you leave alone. Jade and I need time to . . . catch up."

He moved into the now empty space beside Jade, motioning with his hand as if Drake were some stray dog to leave. Drake opened his mouth about to say something and then closed it. "Will you be all right?" He asked finally Jade.

"Why wouldn't I be?" She asked sounding confused, although she was sure that her heart would pound it's way out of her chest. He nodded and left.

"So," Damien said turning to her, "where's the ring now?"

"In my room," she said, suspiciously as she tried to meet Damien's stare evenly. "Why do you care?"

"What do you think of Drake?" He asked her, watching her intently. Was he just going to question her for the next hour or so?

"You already asked me that last night," she growled, picking up her fork and beginning to eat again. She wanted him to leave her alone.

"Right," he laughed deeply, "I just can't help but notice the way that the two of you two look at each other."

Jade wanted to turn and look at him, but controlled herself and casually said, "Drake mentioned something about you being suspicious that we were still connected. What does he mean by that? Connected?"

He looked at her for a long time without saying a word and when Jade finally lost all control and faced him. She caught the briefest glance at tears shining in his eyes, but he quickly rubbed them away with his fingers. "Ugh," he groaned, transferring his hand to his forehead so that he could lean forwards, "I still can't believe that you saved my life! I thought that you hated me."

The knot that seemed to be constantly twisting inside Jade's stomach lurched as guilt kicked hard. Was he trying to make her feel this way and admit? She didn't know, but either way she had to tell him sooner or later right? He didn't seem like he was in as bad of a mood as the previous night and she was beginning to feel guilty about keeping it from him, but maybe it was too soon. However the words blurted out of her mouth uncontrollably, "Damn it! I remember, all right? I never had amnesia. I just couldn't face you. Please, just don't punish Drake on my account. Please try to understand Damien. I-"

She paused because Damien was staring at her in such pure horror, slowly letting his eyes drift to Dane hissing almost inaudibly, "And you knew the entire time."

"Damien," Dane began soothingly, giving Jade a furious glance. He had wanted some warning or at least for her to have said it all a little less bluntly. "You have to understand the trauma she went through to save you in all of that blood!"

"All three of you lied to me and I was just about to buy it!" He scoffed, rolling his chair out from the table and putting his hands on his head. "I can't believe this! I can't-"

Slowly he looked across at Jade and hissed, "Tell him to stay out of here."

The door that had been opening with Drake behind, closed again. Jade looked at the door and then suddenly Damien jerked her out of her chair by her arm. Dane stood up, shouting, "Damien you owe her!"

She stared down up at him fearlessly, but quickly saw that he wasn't angry. He wasn't even looking at her. He let his hand slide from the soft skin of her wrist and hit the arm of his chair with a heavy thud.

"Jade," Dane said, having quickly made his way over to where the two of them stood. "I think you should just leave him alone now. Just back away dear."

Damien muttered something under his breath, still staring into his lap as if in a daze.

"What?" Jade asked, bending down so that he could see his face. Two tears rolled off both of his cheeks. "What the hell is the matter with him?" She asked Dane who had taken her by the arm and was trying to force her to the doors.

"He needs to be alone, Jade," Dane insisted as she escaped his grip.

"What did you say?" Jade said, this time falling to her knees trying to catch his eye. A smile cracked open his face demonically and suddenly his hand was around her throat, pulling her forwards.

"But you're not her," he hissed spitefully through that same smile. His face was turning red with hers. "You aren't her and I cannot stand it anymore! My skin feels like it is on fire! God, why can't I get that through my head? Why?" He almost wept, gasping for the air he was choking out of himself. "She isn't, but then again . . ." he drifted off once more, "she fucking is."

"Damien," Dane growled, tearing his hand from Jade's throat and shoving the gasping Jade away. "Amon, get her out of here, please!"

Next Amon clamped her wrist between his fingers so hard that she could almost hear the crack of her bones splintering, imaging it breaking. Damien screamed out though, "Those are my wrists too you idiot!"

So Amon loosened his grip with a frown as he yanked her towards the door and threw her onto the floor, slamming the door them behind him. "You lied?" He spat. "You played all of us for damned fools!"

She scrambled to her feet, but found herself pinned to against wall, "Amon," Drake said from behind him. "Whatever you do to her you'll be doing to Damien."

Amon spun around to face Drake as if he were afraid that he might attack him from the back, "I don't think that either of you understand what you have done or the consequences."

"We tricked the lot of you into believing Jade had amnesia," Drake laughed, bringing his hand to his mouth, "is it not that simple?"

"Far from it, my nephew," he then remembered that Jade stood right beside him, "played all of us for fools," he repeated himself, but this time without anger, "absolute fools even Damien," he began to laugh hard to himself.

"It isn't a joke," Jade snapped at him still feeling shaky, "I didn't do it because I could. I did it because I had to and-"

"Oh, please," Amon continued to laugh as if he had heard the funniest thing, "you want me to believe anything that you say?"

She stared at him with her mouth gaping wide open and then closing it growled, "Just get out of my way," as she shoved past him.

"Where are you going?" Drake asked, catching her by her elbow.

She met his eyes and shook her head, "I don't know," she glanced at Amon who was still laughing his head off and spat, "what is the matter with you?"

"Nothing darling," he chuckled, "I'm just imaging the drama that'll be playing out for the next few days and I have a front row seat."

"You're sick," Drake hissed.