Catalina smiled, agreeing. "Why, yes, I had forgotten that we would be seeing each other quite frequently." Another grin. "I would love to hang out with you a lot. It sounds fun."
Looking down at her hands, Catalina said, "He did not even tell me he was a Vampire until he decided I was not good enough for him. But, he was a Pure-blood and that was all my parents cared about. They did not understand that he broke my heart . . . the pain he caused me . . . the sadness that I fought so hard to get rid of . . ." She trailed off, cringing as she thought of his face, and those sapphire eyes. With a frown, she continued, "I would have given anything to get back at him for what he did to me . . . but I could not . . . he had me captivated. My temper would not surface around him. But, now, I hate him." Her voice grew with disgust, her ocean eyes flashing a darker shade.
She was silent for a long time, until her full lips parted and she murmured, "What about Ne'Os?"
"My father does not even agree with it." She paused. "But, I do not really care. After all, they are not living my life. I will live my own, despite what they think is proper. I have manners. Is that not enough?" She gave a small tired laugh, realizing that it would never be enough for them.
"I just think that fear should not stop a person from doing what is right or what should be done. It hampers people into staying put or running away. I just hope that I will never do that. I know I will not."
"Yes," Catalina said, still smiling, "But, there is something about them that makes me wonder if they are worth watching. I feel as if they would be with the Order if only they did not have their Pureblood complex, but then again, I am not so sure."
She said nothing further about her thoughts on Zoe's last name, but merely stowed the thought into the back of her head to repeat it later.