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Chapter 10

"No, they are perfect, we love them." Kenzi said nodding to the pictures. Emily's friend had done a wonderful job taking their pictures and now Emily had put up huge versions all over the house. Kenzi smiled as she looked at them one by one. The first hung right inside the doorway and was one of their first poses. Kenzi was wearing her red sundress and Dyson was hugging her from behind as she laughed. It hadn't been a fake laugh either. He'd lifted her in the air from behind and she'd laughed, and the photographer had snapped it. The next large picture hung in their living room over the couch, it was a very cute shot Kenzi thought. They were in each other's arms, Dyson's arms wrapped around her back, hers wrapped around his neck, their foreheads pressed together. Kenzi liked that one, but her favorite was the one hanging over the staircase. Kenzi was on his back, her arms wrapped around his neck, his grasping her thighs, holding her there, and she was kissing his cheek as he laughed. It was beautiful since Dyson rarely laughed like that. There were several other small pictures scattered here and there, as well as ones of them by themselves and then family pictures, with their moms and dads. Emily was right though, the pictures had made the house look much homier.

"I'm glad you guys like them." she smiled and nodded.

"Yeah. We do." Kenzi said. She honestly did not know how Dyson felt about them. It had been exactly a week since she and Dyson had had sex in the limo. They'd been fine for a few days after that, chatting and talking, getting along perfectly, until Kenzi had said something about the limo, which had triggered a brief conversation about it, a conversation where Dyson had suggested that they just let it go. Kenzi had been very upset, she still was. It wasn't just sex, it was passionate rock your world sex and he'd just let it roll off of him. He'd barely looked at the pictures since they'd been hung two days ago.

"Well I guess I'll get going. See you later Kenz." Emily said. Kenzi waved and nodded as Emily left. Bo came around the corner and rolled her eyes.

"She's so fake." Bo smiled and peeked into the room where the young boy was secured to the bed. Kenzi chuckled and nodded.

"Yeah, she'd a tad bit of a Barbie air head, but she's ok sometimes." Kenzi smiled.

"So, where were we?" Bo asked as she passed Kenzi her glass of wine back.

Hale and Dyson walked into the Dal and immediately sat down. It had been a very long day and both men were worn out. They'd been constantly monitoring the bar as well as calling the house over and over to make sure everything was calm there.

"Please tell me you've taken the poor girl out?" Hale asked as Trick passed them both beers.

"No, haven't had time." Dyson said. Hale peered down at his watch.

"I'm sorry I just assumed that you weren't busy right now. I guess having a beer with me is more important than getting to know the woman you're going to spend the rest of your life with." Hale said.

"Not the rest of my life, just as long as our fathers are alive." Dyson said.

"And we all know how long the Fae live." Hale said.

"Plus, I do know her." Dyson defended.

"Oh really, what's her middle name?" Hale asked. Dyson pursed his lips.

"Her birthday?" Hale said turning to him.

"Favorite color, favorite food, drink, book, hobby?" Hale asked. Dyson frowned and nodded.

"I get your point." Dyson said.

"OH, and I know you had sex with her again." Hale said frowning toward Dyson.

"What?" Dyson asked nearly spitting out his beer.

"I know you had sex with her. You've barely spoken to her these past few days, but when she isn't looking, I catch you staring her down like a pitiful puppy." Hale smirked.

"Hey, do me a favor and shut the hell up." Dyson said. Hale shrugged and nodded.

"Whatever you say pup." Hale smirked.

Kenzi woke up early, the bright morning sun was shining in her eyes through her blinds and she didn't like it. She climbed out of bed and tugged on an oversized shirt and a pair of fluffy pajama bottoms before she turned and walked out the door. She glanced across the hallway when she got to the stairs and noticed Dyson was sprawled out across his bed, the sheet riding low on his hips, his chest was exposed and he looked absolutely enticing. Kenzi licked her lips but quickly shook her head and turned, hurrying down the stairs. When she entered the kitchen the refrigerator door was open and she saw long white legs bent over into the fridge.

"Hi." Kenzi said quickly. The body jerked upward and long brown hair fell down over the woman's back. Kenzi immediately recognized that she was wearing one of Dyson's t-shirts. When the person turned around Kenzi frowned deeply.

"Hi Kenz." The bright voice said.

"Emily." Kenzi said calmly. Emily's bright green eyes shone back at her as she smiled and held up the orange juice.

"Um…morning." Kenzi said. She pursed her lips and walked around the counter grabbing a glass and filling it with water. She was furious. So mad that she could turn and fling the water right at Emily. Actually, she might do that. Her hand shook as she turned back toward her and sat the glass down as calmly as she could, which turned out to be kind of like a slam. Emily jumped as she poured her orange juice and she tried to shake it off by smiling as if she didn't notice.

"Actually Emily, could you please explain to me why you're in my house, in my kitchen, wearing my fiancés shirt, drinking my damn orange juice?" Kenzi asked as she gritted her teeth, trying to contain her anger. She didn't know why she was so mad, why she felt like leaping over the counter and tackling her to the floor. All she knew was this was her fucking house and this bitch was in enemy territory.

"Look, Kenz, I um…" Emily started.

"It's Kenzi." She said grinding her teeth.

"I'm sorry, but you need to understand, this is a big mistake. I ran into Dyson at the Dal last night, he was drinking so I started drinking and one thing led to another and I woke up in his bed. Kenzi I'm sorry." She said.

"I don't care about your apologies. I thought you were sort of my friend. I liked you." Kenzi said shaking her head. She felt tears in her eyes and she cursed herself for being so stupid. She'd been falling for Dyson and now here she was, heartbroken. She swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded.

"I'm going back to bed, have a good morning." Kenzi forced a smile, nodded again, and turned to the stairs. She took them two at a time, and didn't expect to run face first into Dyson's chest. His hands caught her arms and kept her from falling back on her ass. She exploded, her hands shoved against his chest as hard as she could. She surprised him and he stumbled backward.

"What the hell?" he asked quickly.

"Hope you had fun with Emily last night." She snarled. Dyson seemed slightly shocked, like he didn't expect for her to find out.

"Kenz." He said calmly.

"It's Kenzi, and go fuck yourself." She said. He opened his mouth to say something but she threw up her hand and hurried into her room. She slammed the door and dropped onto the ground. She knew it was childish, but she was hurt. She cried openly and she wasn't ashamed, because she was hurt.

"Dyson you're a real piece of work." Bo said crossing her arms. Hale stood next to her, mirroring her pose exactly.

"Yeah, I get it. I'm a dick. I'll talk to her soon, but we need to go." Dyson said nodding to Hale.

"Well you better apologize, because I'd hate to have to castrate you." Bo said passing him.

"I'd hold you down." Hale said as they headed to the door. Dyson smirked and nodded as they walked to the car. He felt like the biggest asshole in the world. He'd really hurt the girl he cared a lot for. He was starting to develop feelings for Kenzi, they were still there, no matter what he'd done with Emily. It was a mistake, what he'd done with Emily was a huge mistake, but what he'd done with Kenzi was perfect, it was amazing, and all around perfect.

Dyson and Hale walked into Trick's downstairs and sat down quickly.

"What do you got?" Hale asked.

"We got a match to your blood drops. This is Davis Gordon, he went missing 50 years ago. Same signs and symptoms as all out other boys. So he is the one helping her take them. He's a Florio, he can break into anything without setting off an alarm, that's why she chose him, but they leave behind a very distinct trace, the one drop of blood by their place of entrance and exit." Trick said. Dyson and Hale nodded.

"Alright I've got something on our siren." Dyson said lifting the very small file and sitting it down.

"Ready?" he asked Hale.

Kenzi sat up in the bed, it was pitch black outside and something wasn't right. She slowly eased herself out of the bed and walked out the door. She peeked inside Dyson's room and saw that his bed was perfectly made up. He wasn't home yet. She glanced over the staircase and looked around. Where was Bo? She was usually sitting in the recliner outside the young boy's room, sleeping soundly. The recliner was empty.

"Bo" Kenzi called quietly. She walked to the opposite end of the stairs and looked down into the kitchen and she gasped. Bo was lying sprawled out on the kitchen floor, bleeding from a cut across her forehead.

"Bo!" Kenzi screamed and hurried toward the stairs. A hand wrapped into her hair and jerked her off her feet. She slammed onto her back and scrambled for the phone in her pocket. She didn't care about the person coming toward her, she just knew she needed help. She gripped her phone as a hand grabbed her hair again and began to drag her. Kenzi screamed in pain but she tried her hardest to concentrate as she hit speed dial button one.

"This is our girl. Naomi Baxter. There's hardly any information about her except for the fact that she's over three times my age and that she's a siren. But I'm pretty positive this is her." Dyson nodded down to the picture of the blonde haired blue eyed woman. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he pulled it out.

"You're on speaker, so no bad words." Dyson said with a small smile. There were no words, only a muffled loud thud followed by a loud scream. Dyson's heart leapt to his throat.

"Kenzi! Kenzi!" he yelled into the phone.

"Dyson, please!" Kenzi cried. He jumped off the couch and raced up the stairs.

Kenzi balled her fists up and fought back as hard as she could. She couldn't even see her attacker in the pitch black of the house, but it could clearly see her as it landed a punch to her face. Kenzi spun and it grabbed her lifting her in the air. Kenzi bucked, kicked, and slammed her fists into its arms, but it didn't let her go until it got to the top of the staircase. It tossed her easily onto the stairs and Kenzi went tumbling down. With each roll her body cried out. Each stair slammed into her body and caused her pain to intensify. She rolled to the bottom of the first set of stairs, her shoulders slammed into the wall and she suppressed a moan as she tried to move from where she lay motionless. A pair of boots appeared in her face and she was lifted off the ground quickly. She moaned and tried to lift her hands to fight but her stomach turned as the booted attacker tossed her over the railing of the staircase. Kenzi dropped onto the tile floor with a loud thud, her head banged against the ground and she lay there, sprawled out on the floor of the foyer, blood trickling down her face. She couldn't move, all she could do was flicker in and out of consciousness as the booted attacker walked past her head and into the young boy's room. Seconds later he and the boy appeared and walked out of the house. Kenzi's eyes flickered and she finally passed out.