A/N: Go ahead... You know you want to read it...
CHAPTER 21:
Jacob & Co.
Sheila quickly scrambled to her feet, her back pressing against the wall as Caleb surged violently passed her, the heat from his anger almost scorching her skin. She reached an arm out to catch his elbow.
"Caleb, wait. He didn't do anything." Caleb turned his eyes to her and she abruptly let go of his elbow with a squeak. His eyes... 'The one that has Bonded with you approaches...' She swallowed, trying to compose herself, running a hand roughly over her front to smooth out her dress. The action stretched her scratches to their limit and she winced. A fleeting look of concern crossed Caleb's face, but it was gone faster than it came. "Please... It's not what it looks like..." Her voice was quiet, the look, the color of his eyes scaring her into mousy obedience.
Caleb narrowed his eyes. 'The fuck it didn't.'
When he turned the corner to the hallway that led to the bathrooms, he was literally seeing red. Already shaking with anger at the fact that Reid and Tyler had let her out of their sight, what he saw in the hall nearly made his head explode.
There she was, lying on the floor, legs sprawled everywhere, looking more than a little drunk, the front of her dress shredded to ribbons, the peach colored flesh of her breasts (though not fully exposed, no hint of a nipple, thank God) peeking innocently through holes in the fabric. Her neck and face were bruised, blue and black marks dotting a road map along her chest, arms, and yes, on her thighs.
Caleb was livid.
The bruises were one thing, but the blood... So much blood... He had walked into what looked like a massacre. Sheila was practically covered head to toe in it and he would bet his life that it was all hers. Caleb clenched his hands into hard fists, his knuckles turning white.
Aaron didn't have a fucking scratch on him.
He had found Aaron straddling her, his shirt off, sweat rolling off him like he had just run a thousand miles, one hand on her face, the other on her thigh, hands that were covered in blood, her blood. Caleb took a deep breath. Maybe it wasn't what it looked like, but the mere fact of Aaron possibly kissing her lips, feeling her body under his hands...
Caleb emitted a low growl, followed by a curse. 'She's mine.'
"Caleb?" Her voice returned his thoughts to the present moment and for a second, just the sound of it made his heart flutter. He focused his gaze on her. Raised a hand to brush strands of hair from her face. Lowered his head to whisper in her ear.
"Go with Tyler. He'll keep you safe." A kiss to her cheek, then a nod to Tyler.
She managed to give him a stern 'No' before Tyler stepped forward, tugging her hand, pulling her away from the wall, her eyes never leaving Caleb's face, confusion and anger fueling her Powers. Her eyes flashed as they darted back and forth between the two boys. Tension and testosterone thickened the air like a lightning fueled storm, crackling and banking, the sparkle of dominance dancing across Caleb's eyes.
"No, I don't want to go." She reached out for Caleb, but Tyler pulled her away from him before she could make contact. "Caleb?"
He sighed, his eyes dulling a bit, the sweet, caring gaze that he reserved only for her surfacing across his features. "Go. Please."
She stepped away from him, knowing later that she would regret it, but not wanting to argue (although she was trying desperately to postpone what was definitely going to happen next). She didn't need to ask, shouldn't, really. Caleb was just being a male. Any guy would defend a damsel in distress when given the chance. Sheila sighed. So then why did it feel so wrong...?
She should really say something. She opened her mouth, but no words came out, and she closed it defeated, while wiggling her way into Tyler's jacket as he held it open for her. She mumbled a 'Thanks' and continued letting him drag her away from the scene unfolding before them, Pogue and Reid stepping between her and Caleb, blocking her view of everything, but especially of Caleb. It didn't matter what term you used, dominant or alpha, because Caleb would always be the leader of the pack.
'This is wrong!' She let out a frustrated sob. 'This is wrong!'
She slipped her grasp from Tyler's, stepping forward once more. "Caleb! Caleb! Stop! Please! He didn't do anything! This is wrong! Caleb!" He didn't turn, didn't even make an effort to indicate that he had heard her at all, and Sheila felt the prick of tears in her eyes at his rejection.
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Aaron licked his lips, his thumb twitching over and over the pads of his other fingers nervously. "What is this really about, Caleb?"
Caleb cocked an eyebrow, surprised that Aaron even had to ask. He did the equivalent of a facial shrug and gave him a little smirk. "Does it really matter? We have unfinished business, you and I, and I'm willing to settle it, right here, right now."
Aaron sniffed. "Fine, whatever, but we do it without your little cronies backing you up." He nodded at Pogue and Reid. "Just me and you."
Reid piped up. "Eat shit, you Abercrombie reject. Maybe Pogue and I are here for our own reasons."
"Yeah, right, Garwin, I can clearly see you hiding behind him."
"I'm not hiding, Abbott, Caleb's just holding me back."
"Whatever, faggot."
Reid started, striding forward, pressing his forehead against Aaron's. "You keep using that word, asshole, and I'll show you what it's like to be turned out prison-style." He gave Aaron the trademark Reid smirk, nothing but mischief and evil. "And I ride hard..."
"Reid." Caleb was using his no bullshit tone and Reid hesitantly took a step back, sneering when Aaron threw him a smug look. A beat of silence where the boys did nothing but stare, sizing each other up.
Caleb crossed his arms over his broad chest. "Let me ask you something, Aaron. Is this what you do for fun? Prey on helpless girls while you get off on making them suffer, hitting them, cutting them, making them bleed?" Aaron said nothing, his face hardening with anger. He knew where Caleb was going with this and he didn't appreciate being hit below the belt before the fight even began. Caleb shook his head with a tiny chuckle. "Just like your father..."
He had barely spat out the words when Aaron closed the gap between them, a hard swung fist connecting with Caleb's jaw. Caleb stumbled back, right into Pogue and Reid, and as he struggled to untangle himself from the other two pairs of legs, Aaron advanced on him, was on top of him in mere seconds, his knee coming up and catching Caleb in the side.
Reid and Pogue shuffled out of the way, not wanting to be caught in the fist fire. Caleb coughed, holding his side for a brief moment, focusing his will and Power all on Aaron, anger fueling his brain, shutting down any and all functions that didn't include punching, kicking, throwing, and biting.
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Sheila gasped as she watched Caleb fall to the ground. She moved forward without thinking, Tyler's hold on her constricting. She looked at his arm, then him, his face was set to determination.
"Tyler, let me go." He shook his head and her jaw dropped, more out of frustration than surprise. She wriggled in his hold, his grunts drowned out by her screams of concern for herself, for Caleb, for Aaron.
The pair of fighting alpha males had somehow shifted passed her without her noticing, the wrestling duo now out of the hallway and into the bar itself, Pogue and Reid following, watching and waiting. People scurried out of the way, a lopsided ring of drunken humans forming around Caleb and Aaron. Some people cheered, some cried out each time a punch connected with flesh, but Nicky... Nicky grabbed his bat.
"Tyler! Stop! Let me go!" Her elbow connected with his neck and Tyler abruptly let go off her, groaning. The release came suddenly and Sheila, not expecting it at all, fell flat on her ass with a thump. She shook her head, her mind blanking. Tyler laughed... almost... at the look on her face. He held a hand out to her, but she ignored it, slipping a bit on her high heels as she stood again, his arms immediately going around her again to hold her back.
"Tyler!"
Tyler's eyes flashed, guilt hammering his chest as he Used on her... But not a lot, just enough to stop her movements and enter her into a somewhat quiet submissive state. He sighed, watching her as she watched the fight, her sobs of anguish wracking both their bodies. Her lips were moving in a whispered chant and he had to lean down to hear her words.
"This is wrong... This is wrong... This is wrong..." She said them over and over again, tears sliding down her cheeks.
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Aaron's knee got Caleb's side again and as Caleb grunted, he drew his fist back, snapping his arm out and connecting it to Aaron's nose. An explosion of blood flew out of Aaron's nose, a blob of red that hit a nearby tabletop seconds before Aaron's body did. The heavy weight of his muscles alone collapsed the wood of the table beneath him, Aaron landing in a dust cloud of splinters and glass from the half empty mugs sitting on top of it.
Aaron groaned, rolling onto his side, his arms shaking as he righted himself, staring defiantly at Caleb.
"That all you got, Danvers? Thought she meant a bit more than a one-night stand to you?"
Caleb's control snapped, his eyes glittering furiously, black and red splotches skimming the surface. He threw out another punch, but Aaron got him first, the hit catching Caleb under his chin and sending him off his feet and to the floor. Aaron barked out a laugh, but Caleb cut it short as he swung a leg out, sweeping Aaron's feet right from under him. Aaron landed flat on his back for the second time that night with a muffled thud, the breath completely knocked out of him.
Caleb sealed the opportunity by scrambling on top of Aaron, gaining the upper hand, fists pumping up and down over Aaron's body, making hard, brutal contact each time. Aaron threw his arms over his face, defeated, taking each blow with a grunt and a sob.
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"Oh my God, he's not going to stop." Sheila pushed her body against the sea of people floating, unconcerned, in front of her. "Tyler! He's going to kill him! Help him!" She looked back, seeing Tyler staring blankly ahead, Caleb raining hits on Aaron reflecting in his blank eyes. "Tyler!" He shook his head, snapping out of whatever trance that held him. "Tyler! He's going to kill him! You have to stop him! Get Pogue and Reid! Please, help Aaron! Help your friend, your brother, stay out of jail!"
Tyler dumbly nodded, brushing roughly passed her and through the crowd, leaving her alone in the tiny, dark hallway. She tried desperately to see what was happening through the gaps of arms. 'Fuck. This crowd is like a damn phalanx.' Blocking her view of everything and everyone.
It was the beeping that brought her attention to the end of the hallway. She walked cautiously to the corner of it, throwing quick glances over her shoulders to make sure no one saw her, and bent down, picking up Aaron's watch. Pushing the button on the side to shut off the alarm, she carefully turned the beautifully designed (and definitely expensive) Jacob & Co. watch over in her hands, the silver of the band catching the lights overhead.
She furrowed her eyebrows, running her fingertips over the back of it. Something was scrawled there, rubbed down by the friction of metal against skin and sweat. She squinted, angling it away from the light for a better look.
She gasped, nearly dropping the watch. 'Holy fucking shit.'
'J.L.D.'
It said J.L. fucking D.
'Holy fucking shit.' She knew this watch, had heard that beeping somewhere before not too long ago. She focused her memories on trying to remember and when she did, she inhaled a breath so sharp, it caused her to cough.
The boy... The boy in the woods... This is his watch...
"Oh crap...'
She clasped the watch protectively to her chest, then, with another quick glance over her shoulder, shoved it unceremoniously into Tyler's jacket pocket, walking to the edge of the crowd, skirting it around the bar and finally finding a hole in the wall of bodies.
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It took the combined effort of Tyler, Reid, and Pogue to wrestle the hyped up Caleb off of Aaron. Even after they had detached his brutal weight from the bloodied boy, Reid and Tyler each holding one of his legs, Pogue had his chest and arms, Caleb hovering at least three feet in the air, like they were playing some sick, drunken game of Superman or something, Caleb still swung his fists out, his angry yells and curses echoing throughout the cramped bar.
Sheila let out a shaky sigh, hearing her name leave Caleb's lips more than once in his rants. The fight was over and with a few drunken cheers, the people that occupied Nicky's quietly dispersed, revved from the combined mix of the fight, alcohol, and the Harlan Hunters.
Sheila threw a look at Nicky, the huge, brick wall-esque, bald man practically seething behind the bar. He walked around it, gripping his bat, the end of it knocking a deadly rhythm in the palm of his meaty hand.
"Five seconds to get the fuck out of my bar, ladies. And I don't want to see your ugly mugs in here for at least 2 weeks, clear?"
The Sons, save for Caleb, all nodded, Aaron, who was slowly coming back to consciousness, grumbled a slurred 'Whatever' in Nicky's direction. Nicky's face softened, walking over to Aaron and held out a hand, helping him unsteadily to his feet.
"Go home. Get yourself cleaned up, okay, Aaron?" Nicky paused, lowered his voice. "You know I'm going to have to tell your dad about this right?"
"Bruce is not my father, Nicky." He shook his arm from Nicky's hold, stumbling towards the exit at the back of the bar, where no one would care to follow. "My dad's dead, remember?"
Sheila watched him go, torn between following him and asking him about the watch and chewing Caleb's ass off for not listening to her. Her decision was made for her a moment later when Caleb escaped from the hold the Sons had on him and strode quickly to her. She took a cautious step back, afraid of the person she had just seen, and his steps faltered, slowed.
He reached out to her and she flinched. Caleb's eyebrows slammed together, his mouth going tight, his expression no longer soft. He took hold of her hand forcibly, threading his fingers with hers, and pulled her close, wrapping his heavy arms around her tiny frame.
"You're okay..." He was on the brink of breaking down completely, she could hear it in his voice.
Sheila grunted as she absorbed his weight, squirming out of his hug and took a few steps back, her eyes wide, chest rising and falling a bit too fast.
He let go of her hand. "Why are you afraid of me?" His voice was low, soft. It bothered him immensely that she was now shying away from his touch. He had come to her open and honest (well, except for the whole Covenant thing) and he expected, needed, her to do the same. To accept him. He rubbed a hand roughly across his face, blood from a busted lip smearing across his chin and cheek.
"Are you afraid of me?"
Sheila sucked in a deep breath, taking another step away from him. Studying him from a distance, she took in his appearance. Brown hair clinging to his forehead with sweat, broad chest rising and falling from adrenaline and exhaustion, lips and one eye almost swollen shut from numerous punches.
And then there were his hands. Hands that were capable of bludgeoning a boy that was at least 20 or 30 pounds heavier than him. Hands that had broken a wooden bar table without hesitation. Threw punches without restraint, without control.
She stared at his perfect swimmer's hands, the split knuckles, the blood running down in tiny rivers into his palms. He had nearly killed a boy with those things. They were lethal, she knew, she almost saw it happen. Except... He could've used that strength against her at any time if he wanted. But he hadn't. Instead he treated her with such gentility, so caring, and innocent even, in his touches.
She almost crumbled at the sight of him before her, but then she remembered how he had gotten that busted lip and bruises. She straightened her stance, buttoning Tyler's jacket the rest of the way up with shaky fingers.
"Go home, Caleb. Get yourself cleaned up." She brushed passed him, head down, and walked over to Pogue, who was standing a few feet away, trying to reason with Nicky. She tapped his shoulder and he turned, a surprised look crossing his face.
"Hey, you okay?"
Sheila shook her head. "No, but make sure he gets home, okay?" Pogue just looked at her. "Please. For me?" He nodded and she ducked around a bat wielding Nicky to follow Aaron out the exit door that led to the alley out back.
"Wait." Pogue called after her. "Where are you going?"
"I need to talk to Aaron and make sure he's okay."
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Caleb had followed her to the back corner of the bar, anger flaring in his eyes once more. Sheila looked at anything but him, her anger peaking to meet his. "After what he did to you?!" He reached out for her but she batted his hands away.
"He didn't do anything, Caleb!" Her voice rising. "You kicked his ass for no reason. All he was trying to do was help me."
Caleb's jaw dropped. "Why didn't you tell me this before I tornado destroyed Nicky's bar?!"
Sheila let out a bark of a laugh. "Are you serious?! I was trying to tell you that the whole time!" She stomped her foot and slapped an open palm to his forehead for effect. He winced, balling his hands into fists to keep from hitting anything out of spite. "But no, you're so fucking stubborn, you wouldn't listen to me! What's wrong with you? Are you that damn stupid?" She took a deep breath, her body shaking, trying to control her Power that desperately wanted to wreak havoc on him. "Pogue, take this fool home. I'm done dealing with this shit for tonight."
She turned on her heel, marching confidently towards the exit, and Caleb let out a loud, long, frustrated groan.
"Where are you going?"
"To talk to Aaron, I already said that, but I'm sure you weren't listening then either." She spat.
"No."
"No." She looked at him. "No what? No you weren't listening?" She planted her hands on her hips. "Or no, I can't talk to Aaron?"
"That's right, you can't."
"And who says? You?" Caleb nodded and she laughed. "No offense, Caleb, but your decisions don't always turn out with the best results. I'm going to talk to Aaron."
"No."
"Yes." She hissed, feeling the bump of the watch in the jacket pocket, the weight of it a burden rubbing against her side."I want to talk to him."
Caleb closed the gap between them in less than two strides, his footsteps powerful and fearless. He got so close to her that she felt his breath on her cheek and neck. With him this close, her confidence slowly shrank away, but she eluded the fear by straightening her stance, meeting his hazel gaze with a flash of her sapphire blues.
"You don't know what you want-" His voice was resorting back to that no bullshit tone, the tone that he used on the Sons when he needed, wanted, something to be done fast and accurately. "-but let me tell you something, Sheila,-" He grabbed her squarely by the shoulders, bringing her closer, his breath raking over her ear. "-when you figure it out, guess what?" He pulled back, looking at her, and she stared right back. "It's going to be me..."
He lowered his head, crushing his lips brutally against hers, and she squirmed in his bruising grasp. He let her abruptly go and she stumbled back from the force of his push. She narrowed her eyes and raised her hand.
The slap she delivered to his already swollen cheek sent a shock wave around the little group (Nicky, Tyler, Reid, and Pogue) who stood watching the exchange, keeping their reservations about the situation in silence.
Caleb covered the blow with his hand, sneering. "Damn, that hurt...' But the fact that it had come from her, his Sheila, his Lady, hurt more than any slap (or punch) ever could. He frowned, the weight of the situation falling heavily on his mind. He had pushed her, too hard and too fast, and now she was going to walk away from him, chasing after some punk ass kid (who he just happened to dislike) and leave him standing there... alone...
He cursed. 'What have I done?'
"You son of a bitch! How dare you tell me what I do or do not want!" She gathered Tyler's jacket closer around herself and turned towards the exit once more. "Like it or not, Caleb, but I am still a person. I can make my own fucking decisions!" She pushed open the door, the rusty handle protesting against her force. "Get it through your head, you selfish bastard, I am not an object you can just claim and add to your collection just because you think I'm pretty!" She took a deep breath to steady the tremors that were pulsing through her body. "Just go home, Caleb." She paused, wiping tears from her face and waved her hands dismissively in the air. "Just go..."
Caleb winced as the heavy metal door clanged shut behind her, his shoulders hunching forward a bit, defeated.He felt three different hands touch his back with the innocent reassurance that everything was going to be okay.
He sighed, knowing that it wouldn't be.
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"Hey. Hey!"
Aaron turned toward the voice and his eyes widened as he saw Sheila strolling towards him.
"What do you want?"
"Can I talk to you about something?"
Aaron scoffed. "Oh, now you've found your voice, huh? How convenient..." Sheila furrowed her eyebrows. "Why didn't you say anything? Look at this shit!" He gestured wildly at his face, his broken nose. "Why didn't you defend me?!"
"I'm sorry! What was I supposed to do? I couldn't tell them about the Creature or your spell casting without exposing myself to them. I just couldn't... I can't... And if you're involved in this somehow, you should know that..."
Aaron nodded. "Yes, I do know that." He paused. "All too well... This damn Covenant and all their secrets and rules." He fished a cigarette (which amazingly were not crushed due to the fight) out of his jean pockets and lit it, taking a deep, long drag, the red tip glowing in the darkness of the alley. He blew out the smoke, shaking his head. "I could give two shits about it to be honest with you." He threw the cigarette on the ground, killing it with the heel of his boot. "What do you want anyway?"
"I wanted to ask you-" She pulled the watch from the pocket and held it out to him. "-about this..."
"What about it?"
"Well, for starters, where did it come from?"
"I thought all girls were huge fashionistas. Check the label, honey. Clearly, it came from Jacob & Co."
Sheila gritted her teeth. She had already slapped one smart ass male tonight and, judging by the dull throbbing in her hand, she really didn't want to add a second one to her list. "I know that. I meant, who gave it to you? Who's J.L.D.?"
Aaron shook his head. "I don't know what you're talking about..."
Sheila turned the watch over in her hand, the dim alley light catching the scrawled letters on the back.
"Don't bullshit me, Aaron. Jacob & Co. only released 300 of this particular design internationally, so whoever bought it had to be extremely rich and powerful. And we both know that everyone in the Covenant has a lot of wealth and are big shot members of society." She licked her lips and shook the watch for emphasis. "Who is J.L.D.?"
Aaron hesitated in his answer, popping the driver's side door to his Range Rover open. "A person that you really shouldn't be concerning yourself with."
Sheila reached out and touched his shoulder before he could close the door. "Wait... I received a box full of journals with these very same initials on them. Journals my father left me in his Will." She sighed. "I'm just trying to get some answers, okay?"
Aaron's face softened and he nodded. "I know, but I'm not the person to give them to you." He took her hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Read the journals... They'll help a lot."
"How do you know?"
Aaron smiled. "I just do..."
"Sheila?"
Sheila turned to see Kate running toward her, concern etched on her face, Chase standing a few feet behind her, leaning against his SUV.
Aaron released her hand. "Your friend is worried about you." He turned the key in his ignition, the start of the engine causing Sheila to jump. "You should go to her." She nodded, holding out the watch for him to take back. He shook his head, smiling. "Take it." He curled her fingers around the watch. "It'll keep you safe..."
"What about you...?"
He closed his car door. "I'll be fine..."
"One more thing..." She licked her lips and he leaned out the window, waiting. "Are you- are you a Son? And if not, how do you know about all this? I thought their Covenant was this huge secret..."
Aaron strapped himself in with his seatbelt, sighing. "It is and my involvement in it is no one's concern but my own. Besides, my debt will soon be paid and I can forget about anything and anyone involved in this. So if you want answers, ask the people that know more about this magic stuff than I do, okay?" Pushing his Range Rover out of Park, he sped away, dirt and rocks kicking up beneath his tires. Sheila blinked away the dust, her mind swimming with more questions than answers.
"Sheila."
Sheila turned, opening her arms wide for Kate to fall into, and gave her a hug, forgetting about everything she had just endured.
"Oh Kate, you're okay."
"Yeah, I've been out here the whole time. Chase has been keeping me company." Kate grabbed her hand. "Come on, he's going to give us a ride back to the dorms." Sheila numbly followed.
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"So what happened in there?"
After a long shower, Sheila and Kate had returned to their quiet dorm to sleep away the drama and alcohol of tonight.
Sheila sighed and told her everything that happened after she had gone to the bathroom (leaving out the part about the Creature, of course).
"Wow." It was all Kate could say. She was utterly stunned. Up until now, the only thing Kate knew was something big was happening with Caleb and that Chase was sent to fetch and protect her. He literally had to drag her off the dance floor as she questioned him nonstop about what was happening, especially since it involved Sheila, her best friend. "I'm sorry, Boo, about Caleb and all..."
Sheila shook her head. "Nah, it'll be fine. He's a big boy. They were just words thrown around in a moment of anger and futility."
A moment of silence passed where Kate resorted back to brushing out her long hair in front of the vanity and Sheila, sitting on her bed, chewing her bottom lip, stared at the box she had kicked underneath her desk.
'Read the journals...'
She knew she would have to eventually, but right now, she was tired, drained physically and emotionally. She sighed and Kate gave her a frown through the reflection in the mirror.
"You want to talk about it?"
Sheila shook her head. "No. No more talking..."
"Look, I know it's not the best time to ask about it and all, but there's something I have to know." Sheila nodded for her to continue and Kate lowered her eyes, blushing. Sheila narrowed her eyes.
"Kate, what is it?"
"Well... I saw you at the table with Caleb and..."
"Yes?"
"How was it? How did he make you feel?"
Sheila smiled, half out of embarrassment because if she had seen what happened that meant other people had too and the other half out of remembering.
"It was nice... Sweet... He made me feel safe, you know... Like no matter what, that moment was ours, special, and he was going to do everything in his power to make it perfect for me..." Sheila's eyes widened, clarity shifting in her brain. "Oh my God..."
Kate lowered her brush, her eyebrows furrowing. "What? What's wrong?"
Sheila shook her head. 'Everything and nothing.' Holy shit. She remembered. Usually when the succubus took over, for any amount of time, she NEVER remembered anything, she just knew that something seductive had gone down. But not this time... The succubus was right there with her the whole time Caleb was touching her, kissing her... It was right there, playing along, sexing her up for the release she felt coming.
But this time was different.
She remembered... Every detail, every scent, every moan... She remembered.
'The one that has Bonded with you approaches...' Who? Caleb?
She pulled the switch to turn her bedside lamp off and slowly lowered her head to her pillow, her mind whirring. She shut her eyes tightly, the moment she had slapped Caleb and told him to go replaying over and over in her head.
She let out a deep breath, swallowing down the lump of pride and disappointment in her throat.
"Ah shit..."
A/N: There! Hope the fight scene lived up to good expectations! I've never written one before so tell me what you guys think! Finally, no more Nicky's... NEXT: We see what happens to Caleb and Sheila finally opens the box of journals... Ooh, I can't wait! Review please!