I was back at the police station. How I got there was a bit of a blur. There was a lot of cars outside the asylum. Danny had left me in the back seat of one while he talked to the officers that were starting to crowd around us. He didn't talk to them for long, choosing to join me in the backseat as we made our way back to the station.

I was in one of their holding cells. I felt better about this knowing they left the gate open. I wasn't a prisoner. I could see officers looking back at me and whispering though. They were intimidated and frightened.

I looked down nervously at my hand. It was all wrapped up now. I smiled remembering how Danny had gently circled my hand with the gauze to stop the bleeding, even while he was getting patched up for his own scrapes and bruises.

"Look this way," a voice said. I looked in the direction of the other holding cell. A cloud of musty, orange powder exploded towards my face. I barely closed my eyes in time.

Yao started muttering a prayer in Mandarin. He was intensely doing this from the very edge of his holding cell. I was surprised I hadn't noticed him before. He was getting better at maintaining his mental walls.

"Stop. I'm not possessed," I coughed. I wiped away some of the dust stuck to my eyelids.

"Or that's what you'd like me to think..." He stopped his chanting anyway. "I suppose if the bitch did have you, we all would be dead."

We were silent. "She's gone."

"Are you certain?"

I nodded. "Why did you let Danny through back at the asylum?" I asked the question that had been on my mind.

"I couldn't exactly stop him. I was being arrested at the time. Had to call my men off or Danny wouldn't stop pinning me to the ground with a gun to my head. It's almost admirable that he managed to sneak up on me. I didn't expect him, though I suppose I should considering," Yao explained as if it had been that simple. Yao had dozens of men there, and called them all off just because of one detective? That didn't make sense.

"Why?"

"He was very persistent. He thought I had killed and tortured you or some nonsense. I tried to tell him what was going on, but as soon as he learned you were in the asylum, he ran in, guns blazing. The guys I had guarding the place had to flee to avoid getting arrested, too."

I closed my eyes. That was stupid enough to be the truth. Danny was have rallied all of the officers in the precinct and some back up in order to pull this off.

"Are you sure that asylum isn't haunted anymore?" he asked again. "It's completely free of spirits?"

"No, but not by Helena and certainly not by anything strong enough to be vengeful or feel anything." I hadn't sensed anyone else that night. Mom must have taken care of them before she came across Helena.

"Good enough." Yao moved to the wall at the back of the cell. He knocked rhythmically on the bars over his window.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Doing things the old-fashioned way. They confiscated my cell phone. I'm finally going to get the sonuvabitch torn down."

The thought made me happy. I liked the thought of a world without the asylum. It had haunted this city for far too long. His Morse code message was music to my ears.

There was a sharp clang on the bars from within the station. "Knock it off!" spoke a voice.

Danny had finally come back. His eyes furrowed when he saw me. "What the hell..."

His annoyance wasn't directed at me, per se. He tore off a paper towel and wetted it in the sink. He entered my cell and kneeled in front of the bench I was sitting on. The towel was a little too cold for my liking, but Danny's hands were gentle. A very much like the feeling of his fingers caressing my face and hair, even if that wasn't his immediate intention.

He studied my face closely, and I tried my best not to blush. I failed, I presumed. The skin on my face began to feel pleasant warmth again.

"I knew you'd be troublesome, but you're pushing it to a whole new level." Danny turned and complained to the prisoner in the neighboring cell.

"Am I? I'd suggest releasing me, then. Set my bail at the least. I'll be out of your hair in no time." Yao sat down and kicked back on his own bench. He must have gotten his message across.

"I would, but it was too much trouble getting you here in the first place. We've got a lot more paperwork to do."

Danny turned back to me. "One of the officers have a few more questions for you. Can you walk, or do you need me to carry you again?"

"I can walk," I said, but it wouldn't be entirely unpleasant to have his arms around me again. He was babying me, which was the irritating part of this. He should be mad I tried to kill him.

He gave me his arm all the same. I got up and held it close. My mind was telling me this was childish, but I knew I wouldn't have this advantage for long.

"I know you must be tired," Danny said gently. "The officer just wants to know your account of what went down in the Chu mansion and the asylum. If it's too much, you really don't have to say anything. Finn's a reliable witness and testified how you saved his life in exchange for yours. If this is too much for you, just let me know, I can get you out."

"Thank you, Danny, but I can handle this," I said.

He squeezed my hand and walked me to the interrogation room.

There was indeed an officer waiting for me, but he wasn't one from our precinct. He sat on the opposite side of the room and seemed very solid. He face was neutral, if slightly annoyed.

"Ah good. Thank you, Officer Prince, for escorting Miss Callaway here. I'll need you to wait outside during the questioning."

Danny felt reluctant to leave my side, but saluted the officer and went on his way, closing the door behind him.

"If you could have a seat, Miss Callaway," the officer said without looking up.

"Thank you."

"Elenora Callaway, I've read through your case file and several of the officers here have warned me that you're psychic. Can you explain?"

"I can, but I don't think that's why you're here. It would be an awfully long distance to travel for something you may or may not ultimately believe. For both of our sakes, how about we just stick to the events of tonight?"

He nodded his head. "Proceed then."

I told him the facts of what happened, from the moment I walked into town to being brought back here. I tried to keep my emotional account out of it. Honestly, it was a bit much for me to process.

"I must ask about your relationship with Detective Prince."

I blinked a couple of times. "Why?"

"He risked a great deal to save you. It was a rather rash and foolish decision considering he's only known you for a week or two at most. If something romantic developed between the two of you, his decisions tonight may be considered inappropriate and unbefitting of a chief of police even if they were interim."

"Detective Prince..." I clarified. "Didn't deserve to get pulled into my family's mess. He acted in a way that was commending and fully appropriate for his profession, feelings aside. I can't think of a better person..."

I left it off at that. The officer did not say anything to me. He had no further questions. He didn't stop me as I left.

"Nora!" Danny was waiting for me outside the interrogation room. "Things are getting sorted out for your release I was wondering if..."

"If?" I echoed. I searched his face. There was so many things we both wondered about tonight.

"If...you needed a ride."

We rode around town in Danny's convertible for a while. The night air was pleasant and the feeling was familiar for an unforeseeable future.

"You haven't told me where you want me to drive to," Danny broke the silence.

"No," I confirmed. "I haven't."

"Do you have a place in mind where you can stay for the night? Your dad's house? A hotel?" Danny probed.

"I..." This was painful. "I was actually wondering..." There was the word again. I hardly ever wondered. It was almost painful not knowing how people would react. "I was actually wanting to stay with you."

Danny didn't say anything. His mind was clouded and I was too afraid to pry any deeper. He turned the car down a street further into town. This was the newly built part, so I wasn't all too familiar with it. There was a road of tiny, compact houses. Danny slowed down and parked at the side of the road.

"This is my house," he said simply. He didn't even look at me. "I'm not exactly used to having guests, but if you want to stay here, you can."

"Danny..." It was barely more than a breath. I wanted him to look at me. He turned his head toward me, and I could barely make out his blue eyes in the darkness. It hadn't been that long since that one night when we sat like this in his car. Only the night wasn't this calm. The only frenzy was what was happening in my chest as I leaned toward him, not sure how to initiate kissing him this time.

He escaped by climbing out the door. He was at the back of the car in a second, grabbing my bag from the trunk. He walked over to my door and opened it for me, very formal, no nonsense. "This way, princess."

His house was as small as it looked. The hallways were narrow and a little crowded. Not at all unusual for a bachelor.

"You can have my room," Danny said. "I'll sleep on the couch. The bathroom's off the bedroom if you want to take a shower to get the rest of that orange dust off."

"Oh." Did I sound as disappointed as I felt? I didn't know how to say it. Why I really wanted to stay with him. Either way, a shower would probably be best.

After I was clean, I stood in the dark of an unfamiliar house. The place felt like Danny. It brought a lonely yearning to the forefront of my chest. I wanted this, but I had to trust that he would want me too after all this.

I slipped on one of the shirts I found in his closet, buttoning a few buttons. I walked quietly out to the open area where Danny was sitting on the couch, elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. He was tense and conflicted. I was positive he hadn't seen me yet.

"Danny," I called out softly.

"Sorry, did you need something else...?"

He looked up, and he is mind finally settled in one direction. Me. I grew warm with the attention and felt an irresistible pull from our connection.

"Nora." It was little more than an exhale. Danny didn't even get up. His mind was beginning to storm.

"I need you. I want to make up for leaving you that night. I..."

"Nora," he sounded pained. "You don't owe me this."

"You're right. But I want this. I finally want to know how it feels...how you feel. I want you all around me and in every part of me." I gripped his shirt around me. "You're the only one who has ever made me feel like this. Just like that night. I got scared for wanting more, but I'm not scared anymore, Danny. And if you still want me..."

"How can I not want you?"

Just then, Danny released the full force of his connection on me. I could feel his yearning for me, how much he had strained himself when we were together. Not just physically, but emotionally and spiritually as well. I hadn't even registered he had gotten up and pulled me into his arms. He kissed me as if he was answering a question that had no right answer. He expected me to push him away eventually, but that didn't stop him from giving what he had.

And I accepted. I pulled his connection to me close to my mind, melding them together as I melted into Danny's touch. His mind burned at an intensity that I matched. I searched within the hot mess for what he liked, what would please him. He only had one question.

"Yes," I answered out loud. But that wasn't enough. He didn't believe I wanted him. "Yes," I said again as I pulled out his shirt and started to work on his belt.

"Yes," I gasped as his hand went to my bare thigh and seared it's way to the curve of my ass. His lips were on my neck. I could feel a tug of pain that was quickly replaced with pleasure as he sucked on my skin a little too hard.

I pulled at the shirt on his chest. With some resistance, it popped open. I may have heard a click as a button hit the floor. If only his resistance had been easier.

He was still tense, no matter how much I tried to encourage him. He felt guilty even as he touched me, as if he was doing something he shouldn't. Maybe I needed another tactic. I slowed down and reached for our connection, cradled it. I let my end relax, letting him come to me, inviting him in. I breathed. He breathed. He hooked his his hands under my legs and pulled me up to him. I wrapped my legs around him and pressed myself along every inch. He was soft and he was hard. I let my fingers play on his neck before nestling in his hair.

"Fuck," he groaned and carried me to his bedroom.

We fell in the bed with a huff. Danny took off his shirt as well as mine, leaving me naked on top of his sheets. For some reason, I wasn't embarrassed. Having him on me instead made me feel more complete. He caressed my skin, kissing my abdomen. My body coiled with anticipation. I couldn't be the only one. I could feel him. I could feel his need growing with mine.

"Danny," I nearly laughed. "Will you take care of me?"

He hovered over me and kissed me again. His tongue glided with mine. His hand went between my thighs, pressing gently into me, sending electricity to my head and toes.

"Only if you do the same, princess."