"How may I help you two?" 
                          
I smile. "We'll need a room, please." 
                          
Her smile gets wider, looking at the both of us. "Newlyweds?" 
                          
This catches me off guard, but before I can answer Luna does. 
                          
"Yes," she says looping her arm through mine. "We were just wed two days ago," 
                          
She smiles again. "So many young people coming into this town lately, just a couple days ago there was a young man with the prettiest blue eyes I'd ever seen in here. He was so polite too, smiled a lot." 
                          
We look at each other. 
                          
"Could it be?" Luna starts. 
                          
"Did he say why he was here? What did he look like?" 
                          
She pauses for a moment removing her glasses from the bridge of her nose. "Hmm, tall, very pale, obviously not from around here, he had short black hair. And now that I think about it his eyes were more of a grey blue. He said he was in town looking for someone, a friend I think," 
                          
We look at each other again, there was no doubt about it that description matched Winston. He'd been here. 
                          
But looking for who and why, God only knows. 
                          
"Did he say where he was going?" 
                          
She shakes her head. "No, he just picked up and left. Why so curious is he a friend of yours?" 
                          
Luna smiles. "Yes, he's an old friend," 
                          
She chuckles. "You two remind me of a newly wed couple I boarded, well it has have to been at least couple of years now, they were such a cute couple. But the bride, the poor dear, was sick the whole honeymoon. But let me let you go so you can enjoy each other's company." She winks. 
                          
I find my face heating up. 
                          
Luna laughs. 
                          
We head up the stairs and into our room, upon entering its a simple room one bed a washroom. But it was clean and I suppose that is all that truly mattered. 
                          
"I'll take the floor," I tell her sitting my bag on the floor. 
                          
She looks at me confusedly. "But why? The bed is big enough for the both of us."
                          
I sigh. "Because it wouldn't be right, Luna. Although it's you it's still Amelia's body and she is the Princes mate, I technically shouldn't even be alone with you like this." 
                          
She gives me that sad look again.  
                          
I step towards her. "Why, why do you keep looking at me like that?" 
                          
She scoffs and turns away from me. "Let's just go find out what we can, see if we can catch a scent." With that she leaves the room, the door slamming shut behind her. 
                          
I sigh, running my hand through my hair and look at the door. 
                          
What exactly is going through her head?      
                          
***
                          
We search around the town for hours, trying to catch a whiff of Winston or Van's scent. Though more on the side of Winston's since his would be the stronger of the two and more familiar. But so far we'd come up with nothing, the scent we'd followed ended here and I'd heard reports that it had rained the day before we got here, so this trail was dead. 
                          
"We should stop and get something to eat," 
                          
Luna nods sharply not meeting my gaze. 
                          
She'd been like this the whole time, only talking to me when to report something she found, lack there of, or her location. We walk around silently until we're directed in the direction of a popular tavern. And popular it seemed to be, it was full wall to wall of talking people. Most of them rough looking individuals.