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    I resist the urge to hide my face in the pillows, and I suspect Bemy knows, because he just grins


    even harder and leans in to k*ss me lightly on the nose. In an attempt to avoid my embarrassment, or


    maybe just to pretend it doesn’t exist, I cast around for another subject, any subject other than…


    forey.


    “You know, I really needed the night out tonight. Thanks for helping make it happen without


    comining. Or at least with minimal fuss. I really needed the distraction. And thanks for putting up


    with Harry, I swear he grows on you.” I promise. Still feeling awkward, I sit up to avoid Bemy’s gaze


    and flick off themp leaving us inplete darkness beforeying back down, still facing Bemy. I


    don’t want to see anything, somehow things are less embarrassing in the dark. I can’t see a thing in


    this ckness, but he can, and I want him to be able to see my face and understand that I mean it. I


    really do appreciate his attempts to ept Harry. Incubi don’t tend to make a lot of friends and while it


    is often their own fault, it also leads to a lot of stereotypes that make life a lot harder for them if they


    actually do want to make close friends, or have an actual romantic rtionship. Not that romance is


    usually at the top of their minds, but I’ve always known there would be someone out there for Harry,


    even before seeing his threads. He’s more loyal than most people, Incubus or not. I hope Cam is as


    awesome as I think she is because she is going to have to deal with a lot of judgemental. people.


    Everyone wants to sleep with an Incubus or Subus, but in general, prudish people seem to believe


    that ‘respectable‘ people don’t date them. Bemy sighs.


    “You don’t have to thank me for any of that. You should be able to go out to dinner with friends


    whenever you want. I wish I could always give you what you want. Maybe when this is all over I’ll be


    able to give you what you want more often.” He sounds sad and frustrated.


    “Yeah, but none of this is your fault. If it weren’t for you I’d probably have to lock myself in my home


    and never go outside. Actually to be honest if there really is someone out to get me, without you I


    would definitely be a goner by now.” I admit. I’m not sure that this is going to help my case for wanting


    to have independence, but Bemy needs to know that I do appreciate his efforts to keep me safe.


    Even if Iin about it every now and then. He is


    tense beside me.


    “Don’t even talk about something bad happening to you. It won’t happen, I won’t allow it. Not now, not


    ever.” He growls out.


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    “Still. Thank you. Tonight was a nice distraction and I know you’re not fond of Harry so I appreciate that


    you did this for me.” I repeat. Bemy’s handnds on my hip.


    “I don’t hate him exactly, I’m wary of him and a little jealous. It will help if he can make things work with


    that bartender girl. Hopefully it will mean he will stop flirting with you so much.” I giggle.


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    “I can’t promise that. Harry is Harry after all. I’m not sure he knows how else to behave. If you talk to


    him more he will probably start flirting with you too. It’s how hemunicates. I promise you that he


    has no interest in me. None, zero, zilch. There have been entire conversations about howpletely


    uninterested he is in me. Megan too if that helps any.” I throw in.


    “It does a little actually. You’ve done so much to fit into my life. I want to ept your friends. too. I want


    to like them even. I’m going to do my best to give Harrison a chance and in the meantime, I might need


    a little extra… reassurance from you, until I learn to trust him. Or… maybe a few distractions.” With that


    last statement, his voice takes on a wicked edge.


    “Oh?” I question. His hand moves from my hip down to my leg and back up again. I have a slight idea


    of what kind of distractions Bemy is contemting.


    “I- I can do that. Probably.” I respond awkwardly. Bemy chuckles.


    “Speaking of distractions,e here.” He uses his hand on my leg to pull me in closer against him. His


    hand creeps around andnds on my ass.


    “Bemy!” Iugh and he just holds me firmly in ce.


    “Just sleep sweetheart. I’m not going to do anything, I just like holding you. It’s been a long day.” I’m


    about to object, but then I remember. One of his Shifters was killed. I’m not the only one who had a


    hard time. I decide to let him get away with it, this time.


    “Sopliant. I’m going to sleep well.” He mutters cheekily, but I can hear the sleep in his voice. He’s


    exhausted and practically asleep already.


    “Goodnight.” I whisper and listen as his breathing evens out and slows until he ispletely asleep. I


    might have objected a little, but I really don’t mind Bemy’s hand on me like this.


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    Bemy might have cooled down in the shower, but I did no such thing. Still, I know one thing for sure. I


    might still be scared and be holding back right now, but my b*dy and hormones are definitely one


    hundred percent on board with taking things further. It’s my mind that is struggling to catch up. I’m not


    even sure exactly what it is I’m waiting for.


    When I eventually sleep, I am not surprised to see Kiara again. It’s not as traumatising asst. night’s


    nightmare, but it is heartbreaking. She sobs. All night. asionally she manages to fall asleep, only to


    jerk awake momentster, a scream on her face. She is clearly having nightmares. I mean, who


    wouldn’t. But each time she wakes up she looks a little more broken and then continues sobbing. Her


    big eyes are red and swollen with ck shadows underneath. Her cheek is still badly bruised. Her hair


    is so tangled I’m not sure it can even be brushed out at this point and I can see the shadows of bruises


    on her arms too. I can’t imagine ever being forced to watch someone die, much less be killed. But I


    know that there is no way she ising out of this without some serious emotional scars. I just hope I


    can find her before it’s toote for her to heal, if it isn’t already toote. But no, I just refuse to think like


    that. I’m going to find her, Bemy is going


    to help and we will find her. She will be a mess and is going to need a lot of care and love and I’m


    going to make sure she gets it. I don’t know what family she has left, but I’ll find them, and if I can’t…


    well, I don’t know. I’ll figure something out. I do my best to stay hopeful, I cling to my optimism and


    determination. But the longer I watch her cry, the more my heart breaks and the harder it is to convince


    myself that everything wi


    will turn out well. I wake carly in the morning and I can feel wet tears on my cheeks. Not ready to face


    reality, I turn and hide my face in Bemy’s chest. He isn’t awake, not really, but he still wraps his arms


    tightly around me and pulls me in close, murmuring some reassuring nonsense and doing his best to


    beforting. Eventually, I fall asleep again, my mind too tired to do anything other than let everything


    finally fade into ckness.


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