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Upon coming to Harper Rock, there were some things that Every had been almost certain of: the first thing had been that vampires didn't exist, the second had been that her father had no living relatives left, and that she would never have to worry about being an aunt. And as it turned out, she was three for three things of being certainly wrong about. The woman had not only met a vampire within an hour of arriving to the city, but she'd become one. Almost a year later, she had been incorrect about her father's living relatives: he had an aunt and a nephew, whom Every didn't remember. It just so happened, too, that the nephew was one Enver Marshall II, a movie star that a roommate of hers in college had been fond of - meaning she had known of his films before meeting him.

But the kicker of it all?

Her cousin, as it turned out, Enver Marshall II, had also been the man whom Every had killed in a duel just weeks before the information had come to light. The two had different political opinions. One believed the masquerade should never be broken, and the other did. At that point in her life, Every had been almost positive, again, that the two would never get along. She enjoyed making his life miserable and vice versa - although she still wouldn't admit that she had a stuffed owl that the man had given to her as a joke sitting on a closet shelf. It had been bitten and chewed up by her pets, but the toy was still in a decent condition. Of course, she'd also rigged it to be used as a weapon - but hey, it wasn't as if she didn't have people after her.

And once again, she had been wrong on two accounts: getting along with Enver, and being an aunt.

The brunette couldn't help but reflect on this as walked in the direction of the docks, invisible to the eye. The first bit, she supposed, wasn't so bad. She still lived to make him miserable. But the second? It was bittersweet. She didn't mind being an aunt - a cousin, in reality, but it was just easier being Aunt Eve - but she knew eventually, she would have to finalize her death by faking it and making a new identity for herself, or reveal the truth to Grace about being a vampire. The debate was still going on her head from the moment she had met the girl, spending a day with her and the two large dogs that Every owned out at the cabin for a little while. Every liked Grace, but she worried for her. She supposed it was a good sign, really.

With a sigh escaping past her lips as she hopped over the barrier between land and water, Every had no difficulty landing on the surface of the water without sinking in. One of the first powers she had learned, it was without thought when done. Her fingertips pulled through her messy brown hair as she went with mild focus only so she wouldn't sink into the waters. Her hazel eyes went to her watch, mumbling something about time and fishing in the evening before she hummed silently - the noise causing a fisherman sitting nearby to double check where he had cast his line as if he thought it were coming from the pole.

It hadn't been her decision. Grace had said yes before she could even remotely form the word, not that she minded. Or even had any other plan aside from sit in the cabin, bother Jayden or work on her car. Spade was gone and it was something she'd grown to accept. With a soft exhale of air, she reached the boat and rolled her eyes at the name, shouting out, "Enver!" before she moved towards the dock in case Grace would arrive first. As the shadows pulled away, the brunette pulled herself up to her feet and brushed off some of the drops of water from her boots. She eyed the boat and then contemplated whether or not to bother asking. Her father had always told her it was the polite thing to do - but did she have to be polite to Enver?

"At least it's a nice boat."

She thought unhappily. The thought of being on a boat for a long period of time with Enver wasn't exactly the best way Every could spend her time. Then again, she had spent multiple nights at one point tracking his *** down just to put a bullet in him. She let out a puff of air through her nostrils and wondered what her life had come to. A vampire, spending time with a man she couldn't stand, to spend time with her cousin whom thought she was her aunt. She was sure that it was karma for everything she had done over the years.

"A nice big boat." She muttered under her breath before she heard Enver's whistle - a comment about not being a dog rising in her throat, followed shortly by Grace's screams of excitement. The sound was one she was used to by now. At first, Grace had been shy, and then it had died quickly when the girl had met the three large canines whom resided in Every's residence. Furry animals plus children always equals happiness, even if Skoll alone could knock over both of them in one bound. As she contemplated telling Enver off about the whistle, she made her way to where she could jump a safe, human distance onto the boat.

It was an easy effort for being a vampire. Even as a human through gymnastics, she supposed it wouldn't have been the hardest thing for her. But either way, she pretended to steady herself before she straightened out her baggy sweatshirt. A genuine smile was given to Grace as she took her in, walking their way. "Well, don't you just look adorable and safe?" She asked, kneeling down as soon as she was in reach to her niece so that she'd be down at the proper height. "I see your old man made sure to bundle it up so you'll be the perfect little sailor."

And then telepathically to Enver, she pointedly said, "There is no way in hell I am putting on a life vest." If she could drown, she would rather. After all before she had died, treading water for almost six hours was feasible as a swimmer, it was the longest she bothered trying, really - and she'd been a surfer.

"You know, when you're a big girl and you know how to swim like a little fish, I'll have to teach you how to surf." Every chuckled as she watched Grace. The little girl was endearing, and even if she wasn't fond of children, she'd have to admit it. Maybe it was because the girl was part of her family, but she found her that way. It was hard not to smile around her, even if the gesture was small and constant. Innocence was something she'd lost when her dad had died, but she remembered a time when she was Grace's age, and how Enver had been the best thing since sliced bread.

Even if he was an asshole then, too.

As she felt the sensation, she contemplated how hard she could punch him with 'human strength' as she called it. Over Grace's head, she lifted her middle finger in his direction before putting it down and smiling at the girl the second she lifted her head.

"Actually, I use my powers around humans all the time. I just don't pointedly show them off like someone. Or use them to make money." She said flatly as soon as Grace was out of hearing range. Even so, Every listened to make sure that the little girl didn't hurt herself. It was easy to find her footsteps, really. They were light, but somehow heavy with the way she ran. "I gave up on being human a long time ago. Putting on a facade isn't difficult." A lift of her shoulder was given before she turned her attention to the water around them.

Her expression read **** off as he mentioned potentially having to save her. "Well, at least I don't have to worry about drowning as my lungs are useless." She gave him a sarcastic grin before she resisted rolling her eyes, "And I know you may think I'm a witch, but I don't melt at the touch of water." Her hazel eyes moved to the orange life vest. She contemplated taking it and putting it on his head before shoving him off the boat, but the sound of little feet running caught her attention, so instead, she called, "Gracey, don't run. I'm going to have to figure out how to bottle that energy of yours."

She turned to walk towards the little girl, smirking as she looked at the life vest once more, "You should probably save it for when your career begins to drown. You know. Once your movie flops."

A finely kept eyebrow lifted as she looked at him with a vague amount of amusement. Jealous? Really? "I own a dance studio and manage a garage, as well as a ski lodge. Just because I don't have millions of dollars to flash around doesn't mean that I'm failing financially." Plus, it helped that if she really needed the money, all she really had to do was pout at Jayden and pay him back. Truthfully, she just didn't feel she needed it all. Real estate wise, she was comfortable. She had multiple places to stay at various points in the city, as well as out in the wilderness. Her cabins were neatly decorated, her homes having a contemporary feel to them. The brunette was happy, all in all.

"Money isn't everything, Enver. Besides, all it takes is one bad tabloid and all it goes down the drain." She chimed as she cuddled Grace before the girl was released once more. The idea of that it was going to be a movie still had her rolling her eyes. It was ridiculous, really. Only egotistical maniacs did that - and well, she frowned as she stared at her cousin. Her point was made as she gave a shake of her head. "You don't need to make a movie of all of what's happened to you. I also hope they omitted the drug use and charges, because of this one." She nodded towards the child. "I'm her aunt. I have to worry."

At the idea of Enver living with her, Every was almost positive he would probably die at least one more time. She would tell Grace that he had to leave for a 'business meeting' and casually be sweeping the ash into a dustbin, and then toss them into the yard so the dogs could piss on his remains at the cabin. "It's a good thing I have multiple homes then, hm?" She said before falling quiet. As Grace wrapped her arms around Every's leg, the woman looked down at her with a gentle expression. "So, it's been a long time since I've been on a boat, why don't you show me around, first mate, Grace?" She asked, offering a smile as the girl exclaimed "Yay" and took hold of her hand, pulling with all her mighty until Every began to walk.

She gave him a mild glare. It was a default look, really, when it involved Enver. The woman brushed her hair off her shoulder afterwards, and then thought about the idea of the two visiting during open hours. It would given Jayd some company, and she was sure he liked children. Particularly ones that weren't related to psychotic bitches who tried to kill him. ]"Great, I'll have to give you directions to the cabin out there. You two could stay there while I stay with Jayd. Chances are he'll need the extra hand opening weekend." There were plans to incorporate the lodge with something during the summer months, too.

Why didn't it surprise her that he and Keara split? "Shocker, you've become eligible to some gold digger. That'll be nice." She rolled her eyes. Although, she knew truthfully keeping Enver out of trouble was important. Because if something happened to him, she'd have to be in charge of Grace and Every had never wanted children. The girl was sweet, and she was her niece who she loved, but it was nice being able to give her back after a couple of days. Not to mention, with the trouble Every often got herself into... she briefly thought about the day Pratt broke into her apartment. She didn't go too far without a gun or knife in her residences now.

"That's comforting." She muttered. Every wasn't too worried about the admittance of who she was - considering Enver didn't quite like her, the idea of being tarnished by someone who had been questioned for the murder of her family was probably one to avoid. At least, she hoped. She didn't miss the eye roll, and as she said, "What type of bird was that, Gracie?" and the girl looked towards a seagull, she reached over to slap him upside the head with an open palm. Stepping back, she shook her head. "Well, at least you know that anyone that tries to hurt her wouldn't make it out alive."

Truth be told, Every was nicer than she preferred to let on. At least, once she got to know someone and could let her guard down, but it'd been a long time since she'd been that easy to unwind. Ignoring Enver, she felt Grace grasp her wrist in a surprisingly strong grip and began leading her around the boat. The woman answered little questions, letting out even personal ones to the chattering child whom she doubted would remember anything significant.