Moving from Salem wasn't as hard as one would believe for Cypress. The move stirred the gypsy blood within the tiny woman. The most exciting part was that she was traveling with her golden king. A tiny hand would slip within Brady's own larger stronger one. The contrast of pale flesh with that of the sun kissed golden one of Brady as the fingers laced together. It was Cypress first attempt to get closer to Brady. Going out of her way for the man. She did not pursue a relationship with anyone she did not feel close to. Brady and her King of Silver were the only ones that have gotten close to Cypress since her departure of Japan. Since she left Haruka crying that night. The spill of long black lashes would fan across her cheeks, casting a shadow of sorrow over her features. It was if Brady knew that his princess was sad. His hand tightened; squeezing her tiny fingers. Ebony head turned, lashes rising to peer at Brady's handsome face. Wolf white hues stared at Brady's face, knowing every crinkle, every laugh line. The slope of his nose, the way the corners of his mouth gave away to dimples that could make a woman's heart melt. Cypress was surprised when he had melted her snow covered heart. The way he talked, slow and sweet. The rolling smoothness of his voice, paired with the scent of his leopard.
 
Shifting from the airplane seat Cypress's lips parted to press against Brady's stubble cheek. "I have a surprise for you when we get there." Cypress would settle back in her seat. Lashes falling over her eyes once more. Her head rolled to Brady's shoulder resting. The first stop was California. A place where Cypress spent some time. Her favorite place had been the art museum in San Francisco. It was not a complete stop, that was only a transfer. Then it was to the big island, where the surprise Cypress had for Brady waited. Ash, and the rest of the pack would be there. However, Cypress as much as she did miss her other King. She felt as if he didn't wish to see her when his second was around. Rather, she felt as if his second, his lupa, didn't want her around Ash. As a Skoll,Cypress believed his protection was a must. As a woman, she did not need the aggravation that came with wanting to be near one of the two men she loved, when there was an obstacle that obstructed her from just trying to hold his hand or simply holding his attentions for more than a mere second.
 
The rest of the flight to the big island was calm. A little chatter between Brady and Cypress. Nothing that would make a local gossip column. It suited them just fine. They talked about everything almost. Mostly Cypress enjoyed hearing Brady speak. He could be talking to the stewardess that kept walking by and brushing his shoulder, trying to get his attention. Or even the few women that had glanced their way and saw how truly beautiful her Golden King was. Cypress knew the effect Brady had on women. Maybe he did not see it, she did. Her Kings of Light were different as the moon and the sun. Different glows of the same eternal light that came from within them. Different in many ways, though they held one thing in common. It went beyond the love she knew they held for her. It was something that was forced from years of a life they had lived. From their own battles won, fought and some lost. Knowing that she held a part of their lives, the knowledge of that itself was a great temptation to call up her Ulfric and tell him if they could meet her at the Marina where the boat was located. Plan an escape with them both on the Lazzara Yacht 68. The temptation to steal her Kings away for a while, to sail over the different islands of Hawai'i, to finally cement their bonds that started that night she had watched Brady and Ash for the first time. A shaky breath was released. Cypress knew they would never have that chance again. There was still hope within her when she purchased the Yacht.
 
The yacht; had cost Cypress a pretty penny. It was well worth it. It would be more than just a boat, it would be her home. On the sea seemed like a good place to live for now. It had been a good investment for the future as well. Cypress could picture Brady fishing on it, or giving a guided tours of the islands on the weekends, or even taking divers out to the middle of the ocean. She could see herself hiding in the lower decks working on her photography. Stealing a room for herself turning it into a studio of sorts.
 
Those idle thoughts traveled Cypress' mind, it was no wonder when sleep took Cypress. With Brady so close she could not help feeling safe. His warmth vibrated from his larger frame into her own. In that other plain where the animals lived, their counterparts. Cypress could see her rusty red wolf curled next to the larger black leopard. It drew a smile to her lips.
 
The sounds of the pilot over head, stirred Cypress into wakefulness, hours later. Eyes absent of color stared around her. She knew the looks that woman gave her when Brady brushed his lips across her brow. Greeting her with his voice. His scent was drawn in deeply, kept in that chamber of her heart where only he ruled. Ash held her soul. Brady her heart. She was just a vessel for them. The voice over head was saying they had arrived. First class tickets were a gift from Lyric's Mother. Strangely that woman had taken to Cypress, teasing her and offering to redo her extensions of color whenever Cypress liked. Lyric had assured Cypress this was a common thing for her Mother to do. The Pack had welcomed them like adopted parents. It made Ash's pack unique. To have human people know what they were, and accept it, as well as welcomed when the full moon was not near.
 
Fingers were placed on Brady's arm to keep him seated until all of the others had left the first class section. After all the hustle of removing baggage from the over heads, from the other passengers, Cypress would stand to help Brady with their own carry on bags. The terminal was full of people. Most of which wore the silly Hawai'ian shirts. The blues, reds and orange colored flowered shirts that reminded Cypress of Harry. The scent of coconut oil, of Plumeria, and the sea air greeted Cypress before a lei was placed over her head. "Aloha," was tossed about, the word meaning more than just hello.
 
It was to baggage claim, and from there taking a taxi to the Marina. Cypress hoped Brady would be excited as she was beginning to be. It did not show with her nearly blank features. Excitement bubbled beneath the surface, nervousness as well. She had not felt this way in a long time. The nervousness, the excitement of something new. It was an involuntary action, when her hand moved to lace fingers of pale flesh with that of Brady's golden one. Her head turned to give the taller man at her side a glimpse of what little she showed to the world. He did the kindest of things by placing a kiss to her crown. The ebony hair mingled with that of extensions of green and orange. Colors she wore when she knew she would be with Brady.
 
Her whole attire was fit to be in Brady's presence. Colors that would not have normally been worn, clothed her body. A corset of green, a color so vibrant and rich shaped to her upper torso. It drew the non-existent colors of those wolf white eyes, bathing them in a wash of greens. The day had started hours ago. Hours that they had spend from boarding the plane, in the sky, and finally landing on the ground. The Coffin shaped roller back was pulled after Cypress. One hand remained free the whole time as she walked along side Brady. The edge of her skater pants brushing the tops of thick rubber soles ankle boots.
 
A taxi was taken to the Marina. Cypress' fingers did not grow tight or loose from the grip she had on Brady. Her other hand felt empty. Needing another hand. A hand that was as pale as her own. A hand that was riddled with scars, with ink across knuckles. Knuckles that would brush across her cheek in sweetness and love. The emotion swelled in Cypress, causing her to inch closer to Brady. She knew he felt the loss of the other man as much as she did. Ash and Brady may have or may not have been lovers. The closeness those two shared said that even if they had been or may not have been, they still loved one another. Cypress felt the temptation once again to ring up Ash's mobile, to lure him to the Yacht and escape with them. If only it was just for a while, a day, a few hours.
 
The drive there was filled with breathing, the static radio of the driver that played of Elvis tunes, the rumble of the engine that needed a change of oil. Lashes would fall over those colorless eyes. Taking in the scents from the open air. The lei which she had not yet removed, the wash of magnolias and moss covered maples that drifted over Cypress from Brady. Her own scent of Japanese Blossoms, would mingle in an almost sickly sweet scent. The sea air that came in from the slightly open window. Wind brushed across her pale cheeks. The sun burned at her skin. There was a hint of fear in Cypress, about losing her complexion.
 
"Sunscreen." Lashes would rise, hearing the smooth rumble of Brady's voice. Commenting that they would be needing lots of sunscreen to prevent the sun from ruining her skin. That drew a smile to her lips. Lips free of makeup, just for him. Cypress would agree.
 
When the car stopped at the marina,money was handed over, as Brady removed the things from the trunk. She would show Brady to the dock where the Lazzara Yacht was located. Lyric had informed Cypress where it was. The night before she had gotten the message that Jasper and Charlotte where safe, and fed. Lyric was someone Cypress trusted. It could be because she understood the devotion she had for Ash. Since Lyric had the same for the man as well, a different form of it, yet it was the same. They would follow Ash where ever he lead.
 
Cypress rolled her bag across the planks of wood, making the thud, thud sound as she walked along. Brady was non the wiser until the boat loomed over head. When she stopped, colorless eyes turned up to those amazing eyes of green and gold. The colors would make anyone spin. It surely made Cypress heart skip a beat at times. "Surprise."
 
The keys were removed from the pocket of her pants, to be set in Brady's palm. "I would like to go around the islands for a little while. I thought, you and I should bond." Cypress explained. A woman who hardly explained any of her actions to anyone, was giving reason as to why she did not run into Ash's arms regardless of how his lupa would feel about it. That bonding with Brady having this alone time with him was a little more important to Cypress than stealing Ash away from the pack. He would be safe. She trusted Lyric to keep him safe, even if his second, his lupa was there. The woman ran out on them once, who was to say she would not do it again when Ash had business to attend to.
 
The look that crossed over Brady's face was that of complete surprise. It had cost Cypress everything that she owned, and even taking a loan from the bank to make this sizeable purchase. She would not tell this to Brady, or even Ash. There was no need. She had thought this over. This was a huge commitment. A buy this grand, meant that Cypress was more than committed to Ash and to Brady. She would provide them with a home, and a place to travel together. To be together and escape when they wish. Even in Paradise there was always a need to escape.
 
Slipping her fingers with his, she gave him a little nervous smile. "Please accept this; I wish this to be our home. Yours, mine and Ash's even he wishes to come and spend time with us." Cypress was explaining now, more in depth, showing more of her feelings towards the matter at hand. "We can take people out on it, give elegant guided tours." For Cypress to say this, well she wished more than making this vessel her home, or these islands a place more than a visit. Salem felt like home. A home where her father had grown up. Where Brady and Ash were is where she would be at home. Hawai'i, Salem, Greece, Rome. It did not matter. Home is where her heart and soul were.
 
Lashes would fall over her eyes once again. His mouth meeting her forehead in a kiss. How she liked for his mouth to take her own. Cypress would not push further than were Brady was comfortable. The voice soothed her, and hearing that he would stay with her, accepting the gift and chance to grow closer, made Cypress overwhelmed with joy. She would show him with a good cooked meal. A skill Cypress had, that she hardly used in Salem.
 
The interior was already set the way Cypress had wanted. She believed if she was going to pay as much as she had, it should be as she liked. Jasper and Charlotte were in their tanks, in the middle deck. The upper deck was set aside for the kitchen and the gallery where they could eat. The master bedroom was set more to Brady's liking, even if Cypress would sleep there with him. She did have her own room, which is where she would do her drawings and photography. While they traveled, she would do that. Live the slightly vagabond lifestyle. That was until Sphinx came over from Salem, to set up with the team that was forming in Hawai'i. He had been specially asked for by Ash. Her Ulfric understood her more than most would think.
 
When they unpacked, and were ready. Cypress made a call to Lyric telling her both that Brady and she had arrived and would be setting sail that night, after shopping for food and a fishing rod for Cypress. Cypress didn't know how to fish. This would be a truly new experience.

For Ash there was no call. Cypress did not think she could bare to hear his voice. Her courage would not hold if she heard him. If his British tone traveled to her ears, the temptation would be more than she could stand. She would tell him to meet her at the Marina, and take him on this trip. Not caring if she stole him from the Pack. Selfishness was not allowed with more than one of the men she loved.
 
The sound of a pen scrapping against the parchment of recycled paper was all that was heard in her room. A letter she wrote to her Ulfric. The contents of it was for his eyes alone. The paper was folded, placed in an envelop of the same parchment paper. Wax was burned, dripped upon the back of the envelop, last her seal was placed over it. Assuring that only his eyes would see this. If he was not the first to read it, he would know someone else had by the broken seal.
 
Along with this letter was a gift. A gift that held a precious liquid. Blood of both Brady and herself. The vial was made of a sturdy glass, shaped like a cross, to dangle on a leather black cord. She knew the symbolism of this gift would not pass Ash's keen insight.  The coffin shaped box would be gathered before Brady and she entered town for supplies. Brady took the job of finding her the right rod while Cypress went to the post office to mail the letter and gift to her beloved. The missing piece of this triangle.