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    Harry pulls up in front of my home and I’m doing my best not to shake and bounce my knee due to


    nervous excitement. I’m pushing the door open and getting out of the seat before. Harry even has the


    parking brake on because I don’t think I can sit still for another second. I wait awkwardly by the car as


    Harry gets out to join me. He immediately winds his fingers through mine and tugs me closer to him.


    We walk up to the doorstep, and as is our tradition,


    we pause.


    “So, Cam. Can Ie in?” Harry asks. His tone is joking, I mean I’ve already invited him. inside. But


    there is a seriousness in his expression that tells me he does still mean it. He’s giving me a chance to


    change my mind and send him home. But I have no intention of doing that. To answer his question, I


    ce a hand on his shoulder and tug him down towards me while going up on my toes. I have to


    basically lean all my weight on him because I’m reaching up so high and I’m totally off bnce, but it’s


    worth it because now I can kiss him. My lips are just reaching his when he suddenly jerks away from


    me. What the hell? I’m frozen in shock for a moment as my brain takes in the situation. Harry didn’t pull


    away from me, he was yanked away from me by Simon grabbing the back of his cor and pulling him


    down the few steps leading up to my door. Harry is on the ground looking stunned and Simon stumbles


    after him, probably not actually prepared for the weight of the guy he basically pulled down. on himself


    in his rage.


    “What the hell are you doing?!” I scream.


    “I’m saving you from this demon.” Simon snarls back, still approaching Harry. I rush after


    him and grab his arm.


    “Are you insane? Do I look like I need saving? Because I can assure you I don’t!” I tug on Simon’s arm,


    trying to keep him from attacking Harry again and giving Harry a chance to lurch to his feet, although


    he looks a little stiff from his collision with the cement. At least he


    didn’t hit his head, th


    would have been really bad.


    “You don’t know that you need saving because this monster is manipting you. You’re a woman so


    you’re weak to his evil magic.” Simon pulls his arm away from me and roughly shoves me back, I


    stumble on the steps andnd on my ass right by my front door. I’m tiny so I basically go flying straight


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    “You are actually insane! Harry isn’t manipting me!” I scream the words. Harry shoves himself in


    between me and Simon, keeping his back to me so that it isn’t facing Simon again. I can’t believe I


    didn’t notice the asshole hanging around, although I suppose I WAS a little preupied. I should have


    gone to the police today rather than wait, and I should have warned Harry to be on his guard. But I


    didn’t think that Simon would ATTACK him. There’s a big difference between spray painting a building


    or taking a few photos and physically trying


    to hurt someone.


    “Don’t you dare touch her.” Harry says darkly, ring at Simon. Shit this is not good. I don’t want Harry


    to get hurt. Why didn’t I call the police earlier? Why didn’t I bring a single defensive potion with me? I’m


    such an idiot. I could try a spell but my concentration ispletely shot so there’s no telling how it


    would turn out and I don’t want to risk hurting Harry with out of control magic. Simon takes a step closer


    and Harry tenses up.


    “Let the girl go. Release her from your magic demon!” Simon demands. Harry tilts his head in


    confusion.


    “I’m not a demon, I’m an Incubus, that’s a totally different species. And why the hell are you so


    convinced that I’m using magic on her?” He questions. His tone is oddly calm, totally different from the


    dark tone he had a moment ago. What is going on? I start to feel a trickle of Harry’s magic rolling


    through me, but not the usual lust or excitement I usually get from him. This is more like… fear? But not


    quite. Stress? Is stress even an emotion? Either way the magic is making me feel stressed. Is he trying


    to make Simon MORE agitated? Why the hell would he do that? Or is he doing it by ident


    somehow? I really need to ask Harry more about how his magic works. I know he can manipte


    emotions, but I thought it was mostly rted to lust and other physical things. Either way, the magic is


    having a clear impact on Simon. He breaks out in a sweat and his eyes start darting around nervously.


    It’s like he’s lost. the determined focus he had when he got here. He’s realised that he’s just one guy


    and that Harry isn’t just going to stand there and take it, or just hand me over without a fight. For a


    moment, it looks like he might even back down. Then without warning, Simonunches himself at


    Harry, arm swinging wide in a punch, screaming out as he attacks. I cringe, hoping Harry doesn’t get


    hurt. To myplete and utter shock, Harry sidesteps the swing and without pausing, twists around,


    grabs Simon’s arm and in a clearly practised and oddly. graceful selection of twisting and turning


    movements, Harry pulls Simon’s arm in a way that causes him to overextend it. Simon immediately


    moves his weight, trying to escape the pain and Harry twists him around again, grabbing him by the


    wrist and elbow and using his own weight to shove Simon face first into the cement. Simon fights for a


    moment, but Harry drops. his weight onto Simon’s back and twists his arm up behind him. Simon


    freezes, clearly in


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    pain. After a moment longer Simon goes ck, no longer fighting although he does continue 07


    to spit out insults and threats. He also spits out blood, I think his nose might be broken from his


    collision with the ground. Serves him right.


    I’m just staring at Harry, totally stunned.


    “Hey Cam? I know you’re a bit freaked out. But could you do me a favour and call the police. I can’t


    hold him here all night.” Harry says in a voice I would usually use to soothe a crying child. But I’m


    fine… Aren’t I? It’s his words that make me realise I am breathing very quickly


    and I feel a little light headed. What was I meant to be doing? Right. The police. With shaking hands I


    pull my phone out and call the emergency line. The operator promises to send someone out and I flinch


    when Simon yelps loudly as he tries to escape Harry’s hold and Harry twists his arm further up his


    back. The wait for the police is long and quiet. In the movies they turn up right away, sirens zing,


    lights shing. In reality, it takes about ten minutes for anyone to turn up. The car pulls up quietly on the


    street and two uniformed. officers approach us. I take a deep breath to steady myself. There are a


    million things I should


    be worrying about, but all I can think is that my ns for the evening arepletely ruined.


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