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that to Lilly.  I couldn't be that selfish when she was still trying to deal with the fact I'm the vessel for her father's soul.  No matter how much I would have loved the opportunity to see Mason again, I knew such a selfish act wouldn't have been right.
    I call Mama Lynn to let her know I will be gone for a few days.  She tells me to be careful like she always does and Isaiah phases us to Mason's villa.
    We find ourselves standing in the living room.  The fire is lit in the fireplace and a tray of food with cheeses, meats, fruits and sliced bread sits on the large wooden table separating the couch and fireplace like someone prepared the area for our arrival.
    "Is Mason here?" I ask, knowing who that someone had to have been.
    "No," Isaiah says regretfully.  "In fact, he asked me to let him know when you decide to leave.  I don't believe he plans to come here while you're using the house."
    My heart falters with disappointment, but I suppose I should have expected Mason's refusal to be under the same roof as me.
    I feel Chandler grab my hand.
    "Come on," he urges, his face lights up like a kid's.  "Let's go explore."
    With Chandler by my side, I discover a multitude of things about Mason's personal sanctuary.  Unlike the last two times I was here, I actually venture outside the villa and discover the grounds contain a formal garden, swimming pool, tennis court, olive grove and child's playground.  I have to assume the playground is for Jonathan and Angela's children but wonder if Mason ever envisions having more children of his own one day.
    The thought of Mason holding a child he doesn't have to worry about being cursed makes me ache to find a way to make the vision come true for him.  The pain he suffered having to watch Jonathan's transformation into a werewolf every night broke him in more ways than one.
    When did kids even become more than a fleeting thought for me?  The question brings me up short.  Having a child of my own has never been very high on my list of priorities.  But the thought of having one with Mason seems so natural for some reason, like it’s what’s supposed to happen.  I try to shake the image from my mind but a vision of Mason holding our child in his arms lingers.
    When we go back into the house, Chandler and I discover a billiard room, gym, and entertainment room loaded with one of the new holographic TV's and a music center, which instantly intrigues Chandler.
    Before he becomes too consumed by it, I drag him back up to the living room so we can do what we came here to do, connect with the third vessel.
    "Can we eat first?" Chandler whines.  "We haven't eaten since lunch and that was like three hours ago."
    "You are such a baby," I complain.  "Fine.  Dig in."
    Chandler and I eat from the tray I know Mason left for us.  I'm not sure when he found the time to prepare his home for our arrival but I’m thankful for his thoughtfulness.
    After we eat, Chandler sits back on the couch all slouched over and lets out a loud burp.
    I shake my head at him.  "Say excuse me," I tell him.
    "Excuse me," he says, a Cheshire grin on his face, the poster child of complete satisfaction.
    "If only your adoring fans could see you now," I say with a roll of my eyes.
    "They would still love me, like you still love me."
    "I don't have much choice," I say.  "I'm connected to you forever, they're not."
    “Is it so bad that you’re stuck with me until death do us part?”
    I find his choice of words a strange way to put it but I say, “No.  I don’t mind being connected to you for that long.  I’m getting kind of used to having you around.”
    Chandler sits up and holds his hand out to me.  "Come on.  Let's try to find the next vessel.  I'm curious to know if we'll have the same kind of connection with them too."
    I take Chandler's offered hand as we sit beside one another on the couch.
    "When I had my vision of you," I tell him, "all I did was listen to the sound of the wood popping in the