Author's Note: Not my sandbox, just enjoying playing in the sand. I don't own a thing except Cora. :)

Huge thanks to Mist for beta-ing! :)

Hope you enjoy the next installment of Dancing with Demons and a look inside Jasper's mind. Let me know what you think!

Chapter 3 - Jasper's PoV

"Cora, I..."

I growled in frustration as the door slammed behind Cora. She had spoken a few sentences to Charlotte and once to Peter, but other than her heated outburst in the library earlier this morning she would not speak to me. She had questioned my knowledge of her and why I had chosen her. I had to smirk at the memory of my feisty mate yelling at me for spying on her. Ares admired her tenacity and dirty mouth.

It was true that I had spied on her, but I had not gone as far as to sneak into her house, that was until I went in to snatch her. Charlotte was either a really good guess or she had sucked up her dislike for the pixie vampire and called Alice. Even though I hadn't gotten the chance to discover her bra size myself, my mind had instantly created dirty thoughts of her naked when she had accused me, and I fought hard with my gift not to leak out the lust I felt all over the library.

As much as I wanted my woman, I would wait for her. Having her in the house made me both love and hate my abilities as an empath. Peter was right when he said she would hate me. Stupid fucker was always right when he said he 'just knew' something. He was gifted and wouldn't admit it. Cora did hate me, it wasn't as strong as her other more dominant emotions, but the threads of hate were there, woven into the mass of feelings that coursed through her whenever I approached her. It hurt to feel her hatred, her fear, her despair and sorrow, but she felt many other emotions that gave me some hope.

Cora had felt lust for me when I pinned her against the bookshelf, or rather she had gotten herself pinned. There was also a strand of trust woven through her array of feelings. I believed that she was trying to fight against the trust. Her caution and nervousness at my inhuman eyes and behavior made it harder for her to trust me. Obviously, it didn't help that I was her kidnapper and the man keeping her hostage in his home.

I walked into the living room and sat down in one of the chairs across from Peter. Charlotte was upstairs painting, a hobby she enjoyed, and made money off of by selling her painting online. Peter and I sat in silence for a long time before he finally spoke.

"You just need to give it time, dude. Cora will come around eventually, but this is a shock to her. You did kidnap her and all."

"How exactly do you know?" I snapped, more upset than I had meant to come across.

I hated that Cora hated me right now, but I had my mate in my house and in my possession. For now, I was content to settle with that much. The rest, everything that came with the mating bond, could come and would come later.

"I know because Alice told me on the phone when we called about Cora's clothes and human needs. Alice said to tell Jazzy to tough it out," Peter tried to mock Alice's high pitched, overly happy tone and I chuckled. "Jazzy. Why the fuck does she call the damn God of War Jazzy? Makes you sound like a pussy cat." I growled and he added. "Which you are not, of course, but still. Jazzy? Really?"

"Well, you can hardly expect her to call me Ares, which I would have kicked her tiny ass to hell and back for."

"Yeah, but at least show you some respect, Jasper, J, Sir, anything but fucking Jazzy." Peter scrunched up his face in disgust.

"I know, but hell I don't ever see her. Don't want to see her if it can be helped, but her gift could come in handy one day. So could Edward's if he'd get off his high horse."

"I'd knock him off of it if I didn't respect Daddy Cullen and the missus like I do." Peter leaned forward in his chair and rested his elbows on his knees.

"I respect them, but Carlisle knows he's coven leader and I'm a coven leader. If Edward was to ever get out of line, and Carlisle didn't put him back in his place, he knows I will."

"Yeah, well, luckily we only have to deal with the Cullens during the Volturi's little annual get togethers or big missions, which thank fuck those haven't happened in a couple years."

"Not since Edward got with Bella. Maybe getting his dick wet will help him get the stick out of his ass."

Peter chuckled. "Maybe you might be less of an emo bitch if you got laid regularly too, without having to use your vampire charm."

I growled at him and sent him a wave of a concoction I liked to call shut the fuck up. He was smart enough to close his mouth, so I took the time to focus on listening to Cora. I had been keeping an ear on her since she shut her door, but now I concentrated on her even breathing and the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. I could feel my bond for her, the ties that bound us together, and wondered - not for the hundredth time - if she could feel them, too.

Her emotions even out in her sleep and she slept peacefully, no matter how she felt about me when she was awake. I wanted to believe that deep down inside her she knew that I would not hurt her. I had scared her sure, and I still did, but I wanted to think she trusted me.

Standing up from the chair, I looked at Peter. "I'm going to go hunt while she sleeps. I'll be back before dawn."

"Fuckin' and feedin' ain't gonna work this time, brother," he warned. "Not with being mated, I know."

I sent him a good dose of skepticism and left through the back door, taking a leap off the second story porch and landing in the grassy lawn two hundred yards away. I took off to town and into the nearest sleezy bar. The lust and overall drunkenness hit me like a tidal wave as soon as I entered. I scanned the room until I found a suitable woman, blonde, short skirt, revealing top, and oozing lust and desire as she sipped on her mojito and eye fucked me.

It was easy to make my way through the crowd. Even though the space was dark enough to hide my eye color, my commanding presence made most human males and females not dare to look me in the eye, much less be near me.

"Evenin', Darlin'," I drawled, but calling her darlin' felt wrong.

She gave what was supposed to be a sexy smirk and replied, "Hey, sexy."

I shoved off the building instincts that screamed this wasn't the right woman and ran my fingers up her exposed thigh, amping up her lust at the same time. "How would you like to come with me if I promise to give you the best night of your life?"

The woman with blonde hair, brown eyes, and splotchy makeup covered skin nodded wordlessly, and followed me out of the bar. I led her to an empty alleyway and pushed her hard against the wall, but not hard enough to hurt her.

Something inside of me screamed this was wrong again. I could feel my bond to Cora, deep in my chest, it thrummed like a hummingbird's heart and urged me to return to her. I knew she was not in any danger, I could feel that she was safe, but the thrum was a homing beacon leading me back to my mate.

The woman ran her hands down my chest and over my dick. I growled lowly and grabbed her wrist, pinning it to her side.

She was not the right woman. Her hair should have been brown, and her eyes blue with dark lashes curled against her creamy, clear skin. I stepped away from her and sent her a dose of fear. "Leave."

She let out a soft squeak and ran shakily on her high heals out of the alley and back into the bar. I slammed my fist into the brick wall with a frustrated snarl. "Damn you to hell, Peter, you and your fucking ability," I bit out between clenched teeth to myself. The only time I had ever struggled with the inability to perform when it came to feeding were my last few years with Maria, when the emotions of constant death, fighting, and blood thirsty and starved newborns were overwhelming. Then to pile on the regrets and fears of those who I was drinking from and killing were just too much. That had been the years when I began to lure women into my deadly trap of fucking and feeding on them during their moment of ecstasy.

Apparently, with the finding of my mate, the thrill of my usual feeding habits had come to an abrupt end. I could not fault Cora for my sudden lack of desire for other woman, and I would not use her in that same way. I briefly wondered if I would be able to feed from her, but the horrible stabbing pain in my chest told me that was a bad fucking idea. I could fuck her, make love to her, and probably bite her to claim her, but my mating instincts would not let me harm her, and feeding from her was potentially putting her in harm's way.

Jumping to the rooftops I searched for the usual group of drug addicts that gathered in abandoned building on the rundown side of town to get high. I nabbed an older man who was off by himself in a dark corner of an old warehouse. His blood tasted off, a bitter aftertaste from the heroin, but it did not create the feelings of aversion and disgust. I had no attraction for the woman, who I didn't even care to ask her name, but that was the same for all of the women I had ever lured into sex and then fed on. Never, until tonight, had I ever been repulsed by the idea of banging the woman in front of me.

I growled in frustration of my meal running dry and from my lack of performance. After taking care of disposing of my prey I took my time returning home. Peter was waiting on the patio as I came walking up.

He laughed at my annoyed expression until I punched him as hard as I could square in the jaw. Peter flew into the pool and came up clutching his shattered, but healing face, and laughing hysterically.

"I warned you, fucker."

I growled and flipped him the bird before going to my room. I listened closely to Cora's heartbeat as I stripped off my clothes. The mating bond had eased it's thrumming beat and now seemed to only be a soft hum instead. It was as if the proximity of her presence eased my soul and I wondered how it would feel to touch her, to hold her close to my chest.

Shaking my head to clear those thoughts away, Cora was no where close to allowing me to hold her, much less touch her, and went to the bathroom to take a shower. While I was dressing she started to stir. I recorded that there were no major events or disturbances noted for the previous day in the heavy leather bound book on my desk as I listened to Cora shower and then move around her closet, muttering explicitives while complaining about 'fucking beautiful kidnappers' and their taste in under garments.

I chuckled to myself as I thought about what Alice must have told Peter to buy. He was a complete horndog, but hopefully Charlotte and Alice had had enough sense to chose something that Cora would like. My mind jumped thoughts to an image of Cora, naked except for matching red lace bra and panties. My dick was instantly hard and I fought against the desire to let my lust and want leak out to mingle with Cora's emotions.

I had a very strong feeling that she suspected I was able to do something more than a normal person could. She had sensed that the calm she felt that first night had not been her own, my tip off had been her adorable nose scrunching. Cora would eventually figure out that the emotions were not her own and that they came from me. Knowing what little I did about my mate made me believe that it would stir up a shit storm if she figured it out and confronted me about it.

Cora made her way to the kitchen and I heard Charlotte come downstairs moments later and greet her cheerfully. Cora gave no verbal response, but a thin strand of friendliness wove through her normal emotional threads that were woven into a complex knot that puzzled me and drew me in to her as much as the mating bond and my desire for her did.

I listened from my desk chair as Charlotte struck up a conversation with Cora, while my mate cooked herself breakfast.

"So, I was thinking, and I know you'll think it's creepy that we know, and I'm sorry, a little, but anyway I know you are a dancer and was wondering if you'd tell me about it."

There was a long pause before Cora spoke very softly. "What do you want to know exactly?" She was curious, and contrary to her hostile and negative feeling toward Charlotte two days ago her feelings for Charlotte were starting to become more friendly. She wanted to dislike Charlotte as much as she did me, but alone and scared like she was she wanted to connect and find a friend in someone, and a woman was better than the two men in the house.

"When did you start?" Charlotte asked a second after Cora had stopped speaking.

"Five years old." The strands of her emotions hummed with fondness and the happy remembrance of good memories.

"Did you always want to be a ballerina?"

"Yes."

"Do you do all sorts of styles of dancing?"

I listened as Cora plated her food and then sat down at the counter. "I started learning ballet, tap, and jazz when I started. When I was almost a teenager I began lyrical and contemporary along with some hip hop. I prefer ballet, but lyrical and contemporary are very similar."

"Why did you want to be a dancer?"

Cora thought as she chewed a bite of food for a moment. "The freedom of movement, the emotions you feel when you create a story out of a song. When you bring the lyrics or melody to life with your steps. And, you know, I like to shake my groove thang once in a while," Cora joked and then snorted rather undaintily.

Charlotte laughed and I grinned at the feeling of Cora's amusement.

"Why haven't you danced here? We have a ballroom, and plenty of music, or I can get whatever you would like that we don't have," Charlotte inquired next.

Cora finished eating before replying. "I don't have any pointe shoes, and besides, new ones are a real bitch to break in and I don't have mine."

The thread of sadness throbbed in her chest and I resisted the urge to growl at the anger I felt at myself. I had taken her, but not thought to bring along any of her personal belongings that she may have wanted, not that she truly wanted to be here. Nor would she be happy that I might appear to be moving her here, which was exactly what I had done. Cora would not leave, and eventually, hopefully, she would not want to leave. I believed that one day, even if it took a year or two, that Cora would love and I could turn her and seal our mating bond forever.

I turned my attention back to the conversation in the kitchen.

"Oh," Charlotte said quietly. "I could order you some."

"No, thank you," Cora replied. She finished her breakfast quietly and then washed her dishes before leaving the room and Charlotte sitting at the counter.

I listened to Cora's footsteps grow louder as she went to her room and then as they grew softer as she retreated to the library. I grabbed a lightweight jacket and then put in the annoying colored contacts that made my eyes a muddy brown. In a flash I was in the kitchen beside Charlotte.

"I'll be back soon," I said and gave her a quick hug before taking off.

It was difficult to be outside during the day, but not entirely impossible. I wore a hooded jacket and stuffed my hands into my pockets. Keeping my eyes down on the ground allowed my face to be in shadow and my muddy, off-colored eyes unseen. I stuck to back alleys and the least crowded streets until I made it to Cora's apartment building.

I entered through her balcony, which thankfully did not face the Main Street, and easily picked the lock of the door. If her friends had reported her missing, which I was sure they had, the police had not begun searching yet as far as I could tell. Her apartment was untouched, just the way she had left it when I took her.

Taking my time, I explored her personal space. Without worry of her or anyone catching me, I took my time to examine everything about her home so that I could learn anything more about her. Photographs of her and her friends sat in frames on shelves and tables and on the wall. The refrigerator was almost completely covered with more images of my happy, smiling or laughing mate and her friends. The main space of the apartment was open combining the living room, kitchen, and eating area into one open floor plan. The walls were white, but Cora had hung paintings in different places to brighten the space. The floor was carpeted in the living area and a white tile in the kitchen. The kitchen had white appliances and light wood cabinets. It was a fairly decent size for an apartment with plenty of counter space and a small bar top that had three stools on the living room side of the counter. The living room was completed with a couch and matching recliner, both a soft brown fabric, and a T.V. stand that held the medium sized flat screen and a DVD player and cable box.

I went into her bedroom and scanned the space from the doorway. The walls were a pale blue and the carpet continued in this space from the living room. A large painting of a ballerina hung above her wooden headboard. Cut glass lamps sat on the two drawer nightstands that stood on either side of the bed. An alarm clock, silver dish, and picture in a frame sat on the left hand one. A long dresser was against the far right wall.

On top of the dresser was a large wooden jewelry box. I walked over from the doorway and explored her jewelry box. The lid lifted open and two sides pulled out to reveal hidden little compartments and spaces for her trinkets. The majority of her collection seemed to be newer style pieces. The jewelry box had another drawer, so I opened the bottom of the little chest and looked at the necklace that was stretched across the light blue fabric. It was the only thing in the bottom of the space besides a slip of folded paper tucked in the corner.

The necklace was a gold chain with a series of pearls that slowly increased in size until the largest which was about quarter of the size of a small marble and then began to decrease again. The strand of pearls and the chain was no longer than a couple inches. I picked up the piece of paper and unfolded it to reveal a slanted, elegant cursive script. It was dated September 3rd, 2004, which was five years past.

My Dearest Cora,

This was mine when I was almost your age. Your grandfather gave it to me with the one middle pearl on it when we got married. Over the years he had the other pearls added to it. One of the pearls was given to me a few weeks after you were born. Another pearl was for the birth of your mother. You remind me so much of my sweet Melinda, and I know your mother would be so proud of you. This necklace was going to be a gift to Melinda before the accident, and I know that one day she would have passed it on to you. Always remember that your parents loved you very much, and so did Grandpa and I. You will always be my little ballerina.

With all my love,

Grandma

I laid the necklace inside the note and folded the piece of paper, sliding it carefully into my pocket. Then I searched for her pointe shoes. I was man enough to admit that I knew what they were and what they looked like, and found them quickly inside her closet.

Leaving the way I had come in, I left her apartment and went to a dark alley to pull out my cell phone. I used the Internet to search for the nearest dancer equipment company and then carefully made my way there, being sure the keep myself from being seen for what I was, or drawing attention to myself.

The lady of the store kindly helped me buy a new pair of shoes for my 'little sister' and gave me little gel pads to insert into the shoes to help cushion the toes. I paid for the items and then wasted no time getting back to the house.

Cora was outside in the pool swimming laps when I returned so I went to her room. I placed the new box of shoes on her bed and then set her own, broken in pair on top of the box. In front of the box I gently set the note down and spread the necklace across the paper.

I smirked to myself, proud of my gift to my mate, and then left the room. Peter was shooting pool by himself, so I joined him for a game, which also gave me a view of Cora through the downstairs windows as she swam back and forth, changing her strokes every few laps.

Halfway through the third game Peter gave me one of his smart ass grins. "You did good today, goin' and gettin' that stuff for her. Points in your favor there bro."

"Your fucking knower tell you that?" I teased with a raised brow as I leaned down to take my shot.

"Naw, that's just my skills as a love guru. Women like surprise gifts, especially ones that mean something, and obviously dancin' means something to her."

"I brought a necklace her grandmother gave her and the note she wrote, too," I stating without thinking.

"Well, hot damn, extra bonus points in your favor then, Jazz man. Now don't try and butter her up too quick. It'll backfire on you."

I stood up and jabbed him with my pool stick playfully. "I ain't trying to butter her up, but she sounded and felt upset this morning when she was talkin' to Char about dancin', so I thought she would like to have her shoes so she could dance, do something she loves."

"Until she can do you?" Peter laughed loudly and dodged my swing laughing harder as I growled at him.

"Oh, man, do you have it bad. Give it time remember? You know one day it will happen."

"Doesn't mean I want you talkin' or think' about it."

"Yeah, whatever." The smartass took his shot and then added. "I just hope Char and I are around. I bet you get so wrapped up in her that you forget about controlling your gift and you let lose all that raging lust and ecstasy. It will probably be the best orgasm of my life."

"You're fuckin' nasty, Pete."

"But you didn't deny that it will be so great your gift is going to go haywire."

"Haywire gift or not, you won't be anywhere around when I have sex with Cora for the first time."

Peter and I were still playing at the pool table when Cora came inside, a green terry cloth robe that went to her knees wrapped around her, but she strategically ignored the both of us, keeping her eyes on the floor and taking a path that put her the farthest away from us as possible, and quickly went upstairs.

I listened carefully as she paused in the middle of her bedroom. She was surprised and very curious. Her heart was pounding as her emotions flickered from one to another, building on one another and weaving together. Along with her surprise and curiosity she was also happy and excited, slightly annoyed, hesitant, and thankful. After a few seconds, and her stepping closer to her bed, sadness and longing began to flow through the tangle of her feelings, and I wondered how long ago she had lost her grandparents and her parents. How long had she been alone in the world with only her friends?

Cora sat on the bed and I heard her pick up the piece of paper, it sounded like her hands were shaking. I leaned against the pool table as a stronger wave of grief, deep love, and longing threaded its way through Cora's emotions. She took a shaky breath and I wondered if she was smiling as she looked the letter from her grandmother and the necklace, or if she looked upset. From her emotions, it was hard to tell. Standing from the bed, she walked first over toward her desk, and then to the closet, before she went into the bathroom to shower.

Peter poked my shoulder with the tip of his pool stick and a turned my head to glare at him. "What, fucker? You have something to say about everything these days. You used to keep your damn mouth shut, because you knew that's what was good for you."

He straightened and put up the pool stick before looking at me with a serious expression and giving off waves of honesty and seriousness. I heard Cora walk to the living room where Charlotte was, but could not focus on her words because Peter starting talking again, bringing my attention back to him.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but times have changed. You don't have to be Ares as much as you are Jasper now, but I'll be the first to admit that I know Ares is just below the surface, like the darker side of your persona, but without all that fighting and those fucking horrific emotions life is different. You are different, sorta. What I'm tryin' to say is that even Ares recognizes that Cora is his mate, right?"

When I nodded he continued. "Even though I thought it was a bad idea to take her, I knew that it wouldn't be a bad decision in the long run. She would hate you, but feelings change, and eventually, when the hate wears off she will begin to feel the connection to you. Humans will still feel the bond, Alice said Bella felt connected to Edward when she was still human. You have to give it some time, but she's here and she's your mate, and I'm happy for you brother. Ares, and Jasper, deserves his mate more than anyone I know."

"Thanks, Pete, I... it's hard feeling her hate, although even in three days it has lessened some, but she's curious, too. Cora's observant, she's scared of us, of what's happened to her, but I think she's aware, or becoming aware, that we aren't completely human."

"You'd have to tell her eventually anyway, man. It's not like the relationship will work if she doesn't know you're a vampire. Even though I think the red eyes and that super speed you demonstrated to her already gave her a clue that just maybe we are a little bit different that your average kidnappers and hostage keepers."

"There's the Peter I'm used to hearing."

"You know I'm right."

I flipped him the bird and, after putting my own stick away, went upstairs to the living room. Cora had finished her shower and was drying her hair with the loud and obnoxious handheld dryer. I wondered how long it would take for her bond to grow and for her to connect to me. I had not talked with her for more than a total of fifteen minutes and I wanted her more than any other woman I ever had. I wanted to make love to her until she screamed as much as I wanted to know everything about her. I wanted to know her inside and out, her every wish, dream, flaw, desire, I wanted to know them all.

Peter was, as much as I disliked admitting it, right. I was a vampire with a split personality. Jasper, the side of me with humanity, the man I was before I was turned, and Ares the God of War, the vampire warrior that brought death, destruction, and fear. Both parts of me felt the bond to Cora. I was bound to her completely. She grounded me in a way I had never felt before. Being near her, especially in her immediate presence, made me feel at peace, which was an emotion I had not had in an extremely long time. It was going to be hard to keep my promise to let her come to me because I knew that it would take a long time for her to forgive me from ripping her from her life.

I listened to her movements once more as she cut of the dryer and went to her bed. She lied down on her bed, and I smiled to myself as the threads of her emotions began to weave in and out in a way that I could compare to a melody with both soft, sweet notes and a deeper, darker tenor. I wished only for a moment that I had Edward Cullen's ability to read minds, but Cora's thoughts were her own and I found comfort in being able to feel her instead of hearing her. One day there would be the feelings of love and lust, and it was a day I looked forward to immensely.

Picking up the book I had left on the coffee table, I tried to focus on the historical retelling of the Battle of Gettysburg, but my thoughts kept drifting as half my mind concentrated on the sound of Cora's heartbeat and her steady breathing as she slept. I gave up trying to focus on the book and tossed it on the table. I propped my feet up on the coffee table and crossed my ankles. I leaned back into the couch and rested my hands behind my head, content to listen to the sounds my mate was making. Both parts of myself were happy in the knowledge that my mate was safe and sound, sleeping peacefully only a few yards away.

Her heart beat picked up and I sat up straight on the couch as I listened to her shift and turn over in the bed. She made a soft noise of distress and I stood. When she whimpered in her sleep I moved to her door in a second. She had left her door partially open, possibly testing if I would enter her space and break my word. I stood at the doorway, but did not enter and watched her.

Cora was sleeping on her side, her long hair splayed wild around her. She had kicked her blankets off of one leg and had it bent, her other leg was hidden under the covers. She clutched a pillow to her chest and was only partially covered by the blankets.

Looking at her vulnerable and unguarded like this made it hard to breathe. She had worn only a t-shirt to bed and her long toned legs, the one that was visible at least, was a temptation that was hard to resist. I wanted to run my fingers from the tips of her toes to the apex of her thighs, and then take the same path with my tongue. I wanted to wake her with my tongue deep inside her pussy. I wanted to hear her scream my name as her nails scratched down my back while I thrusted into her.

She let out a different type of whimper than before and I reigned in the shit I must have been pushing out subconsciously. I sent her a small dose of calm and added a little lethargy, just to ensure she stayed asleep for the rest of the night. With a final glance at my sleeping angel, I went to my room to deal with the growing problem I had caused myself in my shower.

The image of her in peaceful, sleeping abandon was one that would be burned into my memory forever, and it was currently at the top of my list, second only to my first sight of her reading underneath a tree in the park; lost in her mind and the story in her novel. My imagination ran with thoughts of the different ways I could wake her and have my way with my mate, all with her being a more than willing and active participant. I knew my fantasies would never do Cora any justice, but for now, they would work until the day she came to me.

Peter and Charlotte were sitting in the living room when I came back out of my room. Peter chuckled and gave me one of his trademark shit-eating smirks as I sat down. "She got you all worked up and she's not even awake, didn't she?"

I didn't say anything, but sent them both a dose of 'shut the fuck up'.

Charlotte giggled. "Hey, now, leave me out of this. I didn't say a word, but now that you've lumped me with this perv, I do have to say I look forward to the day that empath gift really gets a workout in your bedroom. I have to agree with Peter, you won't be able to keep control of holding it all back when you... well you know. I plan to fully enjoy the effects of that particular encounter."

I had to laugh at my sister in arms. Peter and her had always teased me about using my gift to 'heighten the moment' on my prey, but with my mate they knew it would be something different. They had been around long enough to know how my gift worked. In certain scenarios it was sometimes hard to keep control over my emotions and those that I was feeling. Sometimes, I projected without meaning to. I had gained what I thought was mastery of my gift years ago, but the last battle I had fought for Maria I had lost control over my gift and sent waves of agony, despair, hatred, fear, and loathing across the battlefield, dropping everyone but myself to their knees. Peter withstood for a while, trying to fight back against the feelings he knew were not his own, but he was overcome as well.

While I was pretty certain those were definitely not the emotions I would be sending out when I was with Cora, it would still have a similar, drop you to your knees effect, albeit much more pleasurable.

Peter smirked at me. "Yep, you just thought about it didn't you?"

"Shut up, fucker."