Vex made her stab herself in the gut and I really wanted to hear Dyson admit his feelings for Beau to Trick

"If you kill him, they won't stop until you are dead!" Dyson blocked Beau.

"I don't care," she snarled.

"I do," the wolf admitted, "I care. If you'd do that to yourself don't do it to me, and don't do it to Kenzi."

"Beau, let's go home," the sidekick begged.

"This isn't right," the succubus started to melt, tears pooling in her eyes.

"I know," Dyson put his hands under elbows.

"Four people are dead, three of them are kids, someone should notice," a tear slid down Beau's cheek. Her anger and adrenaline were giving way to the despair of her defeat.

"Someone did," the wolf supported her weight as she sunk against him, "Here," he fished his keys out of his pocket and tossed them over to Kenzi. She needed no further explanation, just turned and left the club. Beau let the Siracon go and it shrunk back to its rest form. Without missing a beat, Dyson caught it as it slipped from her hand and shoved it into his pocket. "Come on," he pulled her close, pressing her bleeding wound tightly into his side as he lifted her into his arms. Careful not to jostle her, he carried Beau to a black leather couch in the back of the club.

"Dyson," the succubus started worriedly.

"The place is vacated," he assured her, as he laid her gently on her back.

"Why does this suddenly feel complicated?" Beau asked as she relaxed onto the cushions.

"Because you're letting it," the wolf kissed her and started taking off her pants. Feeling her body start to get cold, Beau gulped down Dyson's chi and pulled her leg back to unzip her boot. In perfect sync, when she lifted her other leg he unzipped her boot. She kicked them off and he sat back on his knees and pulled off her pants. Worry added to the rapid beat of his heart when he saw the blood staining most of her left leg.

Beau grabbed his collar and pulled him to her and out of his double-take of concern. Dyson planted his forearms on the armrest and lifted his torso, giving Beau room to free his erection. He entered her with one deliberate motion and pressed his mouth to hers as she moaned. The sound of it was vulnerable, almost frail. He nipped her lip gently and moved his hand to cup her face as he thrust into the her tight heat.

Beau put her hands up Dyson's shirt, eager for the comfort of his warmth, his skin against hers. He let out a low growl and looked into her eyes. There was sadness there and passion and a will he knew could never be broken.

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Beau and Dyson got dressed in silence. Both their clothes were stained with blood. The wolf walked to the bar and grabbed a bottle and broke off the neck. He came to the couch just as Beau was done wriggling into her sticky, uncomfortable pants. She was curious about what he was doing as he poured the booze all over the couch but didn't have it in her to ask. He sparked the lighter he'd picked up and lit the furnishing. The succubus looked at him an raised an eyebrow.

"People can do all sorts of things to you when they have your DNA," he explained, putting his hand on the small of her back, "Which makes leaving your blood in dark fae territory a really bad idea."

Beau folded her arms and let Dyson lead her to his car, feeling the day's loss like a heavy yoke on her shoulders. The succubus looked out the window, not really seeing anything but the fact that she'd failed Luann. She'd failed to save her and she'd failed to avenge her and her family.

"We're here," the wolf pulled her back to the present.

"Thanks," the brunette said automatically, stepping out of the car and towards her house, not really noticing her companion.

"Beau," he stopped her by placing a gentle hand on her stomach when they got to the door.

"I can't," her voice cracked, "I can't talk. I can't listen. I can't see reason or rationality right now, I just want to curl up on my bathroom floor and cry. I can't see you or any other fae right now. I know this isn't your fault," she put her hand on his arm, "I know that but I need some time, you know? A break from... I'd like to forget that there's a world where human life is meaningless and free will is punishable by death and no one even blinks when something this horrifying happens to a woman who had the audacity to open her heart. My soul has gotten the shit kicked out of it and I'd like a few moments to grieve."

"I understand," he wiped her tears and kissed her forehead, his heart clenching, "When you're ready, just call."

The forlorn woman wiped a fresh tear and nodded before going inside. Dyson stood for a moment and listened to her trudge up the stairs. Kenzi pretended to be asleep on the couch, knowing Beau needed to be alone. The succubus took off her boots and jacket, leaving them on the spot where she'd removed them. She climbed into the bath, turned the shower then sat under the hot stream crying, blood running the drain.

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Dyson walked into the Dal with purpose. Trick's eyes widened when he took in the blood on his clothes. "Is Beau okay?" he tempered the concern in his voice.

"No," Dyson shocked him, "She's heartbroken."

"That's not what I meant," Trick said tersely. He hated that Dyson had scared him and more than that he hated that he could be scared. He had no intention of getting invested.

"I know," the Celtic warrior nodded, "But it matters how she feels, at least it does to me because she matters to me. I'm done running from that and I'm not hiding it from you. And don't give me a lecture on objectivity," he reached into his pocket and pulled out the siracon, "You wouldn't have given her this if you didn't trust her," he slid the weapon across the bar, "And as far as protecting her goes, you won't find a better man for that job."

Trick just nodded. He didn't know how to feel which was fine by him because he didn't want to feel and he'd known Dyson long enough to recognize his quiet determination. The man was intractable. The wolf nodded back, glad he didn't have to fight, and he went home to wait for a girl to call.