Chapter 11

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Danielle walked in Abigail's house. Her aunt had called her earlier that day and she had left Bo in the caring hands of Kenzi. Bo was still bitter about what happened with Lou-Ann and Vex, two days ago. There was nothing Dani and Kenzi could do but wait.

"Gail, I'm here." Dani called. "You said it was important. So, here I am."

"Danielle, baby." Gail greeted Danielle in the corridor that led to the kitchen. "Be quiet and follow me."

"What?" Danielle frowned as Gail took her hand.

They climbed the stairs together. "She arrived in the middle of the night. Bleeding. Said something about Deirdre trying to kill her."

Danielle stopped in the middle of the staircase. "Deirdre?" Gail nodded. "As in Deirdre, my mother?"

"Yes." Gail answered.

Danielle climbed the last few steps. "Did she say anything else?"

"Only that she wanted to talk to you." Gail walked next to her. "She's in here." Gail put her hand on the handle before turning to Danielle. "You should know, it's a slash wound. Not deep enough to kill her but deep enough to make it look like it. Don't trust her."

"It was never my intention." Dani nodded.

And there she was, lying in the bed. Sleeping soundly. She felt a coldness spread through her veins. She knew the woman lying in that bed. The same woman that walked free after she killed Josh.

"Where's her sword?" Danielle asked Gail.

"Out of reach." She simply answered. "So, how do you know her?"

"She's the one who killed Josh." Danielle answered looking at her.

The mercenary woke up with a start. She reached out for her weapon but it wasn't there. "Are you looking for this?" Danielle said from her seat. The sword laying on her lap.

"Little Banshee." Darcy simply said. Leaning against the headrest.

Danielle put the sword down and against the armchair. "You are weak, injured and lying in this bed. No means to defend yourself. I could finish you. Right here, right now." Danielle continued. "Give me one reason not to scream."

Darcy exhaled. "I need your help."

"A better reason than this." Danielle countered.

"Come on, Little Banshee, we both know you are no killer." Darcy challenged her. "Unlike your kind, you value Human life."

"I should value the life of the woman who killed someone I cared about?" Danielle scoffed. "Really?"

"The life of an innocent man." Darcy replied.

"An innocent man, uh?" Danielle nodded. "And how do a criminal like you know an innocent man?"

"He's my father."

Danielle was sitting at the small kitchen table. Gail served her coffee. "Her father?" Gail repeated as she sat down.

"Yes, her father." Danielle repeated again. "She needs my help to protect her dad. Apparently, Deirdre wants him dead. And she refused to do the job."

"You are aware that this is probably a lie, right?" Gail told her.

"I know. We already knew she was lying, the moment she said that my mother tried to kill her." Danielle shook her head. "The problem with that is there's probably a poor soul out there. That really is in danger."

"So, what are you going to do?" Gail asked her.

"First, I'm gonna check her story. See, if she's at least telling me the truth on this."

"Then?"

"Then, I'll improvise. But I'm not trusting her." Danielle said. "I want to know why my mother would send her here? What are her plans?"

"Ideally, she wants to kill you." Gail shrugged. "As for Darcy's presence, everything is possible."

"Well, let's find out, what the possibilities are." Danielle got up and walked up to the door. "Oh, and if she tries any funny business…"

"…I'll handle it."

"Good." Dani shrugged. "See ya."

Her mother was definitely up to something. What was her plans? What was she trying to accomplish? Sending a wounded Darcy to Gail's house. Knowing well that Danielle would know. Danielle would know that Banshee didn't need sword or any sort weapons to kill. Their voice was their weapon. One wail and Darcy would have died. No, her mother was sending her a message. But what was it and why? Her answers lied with Noah Kincaid, father of Darcy. She just didn't expect what she would find there.

The man was sitting in his wheelchair, in the living room. He was looking through the window, staring off into the distance. He was physically there but he was completely gone. The nurse served Danielle a cup of tea as they both sat down in the living room.

"How long has he been like this?" Danielle asked about Noah.

"It's been fifteen years or so, now." The nurse, Mara, smiled softly. "Like everything, he has good days and bad days."

"I can imagine." Danielle sighed. "Does his daughter visit him often?"

"Not as much as he would love to." Mara said. "When she's here, he lightens up. As if waking up. He doesn't speak much but he never let go of her hand. And when she leaves, you can just see him shut down again."

"Was it an accident or…?" Danielle started.

"A stroke." The nurse answered. "He hasn't been able to function properly ever since. He's re-learning to speak which is good. But walking is complicated still."

"And Darcy's mother?" Danielle asked.

"Well, she hasn't been around since Darcy was five years old." The nurse explained.

"I know the feeling." Danielle muttered. She stood up. "I suppose you don't know her name?"

"His daughter has never mentioned her name. And as you can see, there's no picture around."

Danielle looked around and sighed in frustration. "I have to go but…If you see anything or anyone suspicious, give me a call."

"What do you mean by anyone or anything suspicious?" Mara repeated, confused.

"His daughter, Darcy, is worried about him. She fears for his life." Danielle explained soothingly.

"Why would anyone try to hurt him?"

"That's what I'm trying to figure out." She said before leaving.

Darcy was truly Noah Kincaid's daughter. At least, that was true. Then why lie about the wound but not about this What was her mother trying to do? Danielle was confused and frustrated. Her mother was playing with her. To what end? She didn't know, yet. This man was broken, trapped in his own body and mind. Why would Darcy let her father be used this way?

"So, are you the one who hired Mara?" Danielle asked Darcy. The latter was eating her lunch.

"Yeah, I did." She said with a mouthful. "I hired the best there was. She seemed kind and really good at her job."

"I suppose you sat around just to be sure that she was." Gail commented.

"Did that too." Darcy waved her fork at Gail. "But I did not ask you to investigate my nurse. I asked you to help me with my dad."

"And that's why I'm asking you all these questions." Danielle retorted.

"Look, if you don't want to help just say it." Darcy said tightly. "And I'll find someone who will."

"Go ahead. Go find someone else to help." Danielle challenged her. "Find someone who's dumb enough to believe that you were attacked by a Banshee. Find someone who'll believe your story."

Darcy remained silent. Looking between Danielle and Gail. "What? You didn't really think we'd believe you, little girl."

"No Banshee would slash their enemies. At least, not a banshee like my mother." Danielle smirked up. "So, what's the story? Why your father?"

Darcy put down her fork. "You want the truth, uh?."

"We would, very much." Gail replied.

"The truth is you're right. A Banshee like your mother would not slash traitors. A Banshee like your mother would not do her dirty work herself. Especially when it comes to humans." Darcy explained. "Now, who's dumb enough to believe that?"

"And your father?" Dani asked glaring at her.

"We've been over this already. Deirdre, your mother, wants him dead." She reminded Danielle annoyed.

"Why would she want a man, who's completely diminished, to die?"

"She's Fae." Darcy snapped. "Isn't that reason enough?"

"No, it's not." Danielle said back. "Because, ultimately she wants me dead. So, there must be a reason why she wants him dead. A reason that's linked to me."

"Well, I don't know that reason. And I don't really care..." Darcy answered. "All I care about is my father and his safety."

"Dully noted." Danielle nodded tighly.

"So, what do we do now?" Gail asked her.

"Now, I'm waiting for Lauren's call. I asked her to look into Noah Kincaid's medical files." Danielle explained. "See if it really was a stroke."

"And if it wasn't?" Darcy asked her.

"Then, I'll figure out what and who is behind it." Danielle retorted.

"Still doesn't explain how Deirdre knows Noah Kincaid." Gail pointed out.

"Yeah, there isn't much we can do about that. Noah can't talk. He's there without being there."

"You believe me then?" Darcy asked her.

"Still don't." Danielle answered.

"You don't believe me but you are helping me. I don't get it." Darcy was confused.

"I'm not helping you. I'm looking for answers."

When Faes were involved, everything and anything is possible. That's probably why she accepted to be cut off from the Faes. Not completely, mind you. She was raised as a Fae, she knew her history. She knew the laws and how to deal with them. Overall, Dani wasn't unhappy about it. Dealing with humans was easier. Dealing with the Faes was complicated. They always had a secret agenda. They became your friends because they wanted something from you. Although, since she met Bo, she realized that some of them look out for you. Sincerely. They didn't even expect anything in return. It was new territory. Another way of thinking. Or maybe it was because she and Bo were unaligned that some of their closest friends were treating them differently.

Lauren was sitting at her desk when Danielle stepped in. "So, did you have time to read into his file?" Danielle asked as a form of greetings.

"Danielle." Lauren got up and grabbed a file on her desk. "There's definitely some fae involvement."

"How so?" Danielle asked.

"They found no trace of brain damage They led all the exams there were in the book and none of them showed anything." Lauren explained. "His brain is functioning correctly based on his medical records"

"So, physically he's healthy." Danielle mused. "But I've seen him, he's motionless. Not speaking. He's in a complete vegetative state."

"He shouldn't be. His brain is in perfect health."

"So, what is it then?"

"I suggest you look for a fae that can affect the mind in any way. Feeds on their fears, hopes, dreams." Lauren said. "Putting them in a vegetative state is not necessary but it sure makes things easier."

"I better get to work, then." Danielle exhaled. "Thanks for your help, Lauren." She started to walk out.

"Danielle." Lauren called her back. "How's Bo? She hasn't answered any of my calls."

Her eyes fell shut. She had hoped to avoid mentioning Bo at all. No luck there. "She's doing fine." Danielle answered her. "Just give her some time and space.' She hesitated but continued. "You did do something shitty. She's angry obviously. But she won't be forever. Just give her some time." She said softly. "Anyway, I got work to do. So, see ya."

"Danielle." Lauren called again. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it." She smiled at the doctor and left.

She walked into the Dal, crowded and busy. As usual. "Hey, Trick."

"Danielle." Trick nodded at her. "What can I get you?"

"A beer and dive in your book collection." She answered sitting down.

"New case?" Trick asked her, serving her a beer.

"Well, not really. It's more of a family matter." Danielle took a sip from her beer.

"Does that family matter have something to do with your mother?" Trick asked her.

"She may be involved." Danielle replied.

"The last time your mother was involved, it ended up in death." Trick reminded her gravely.

"I know." Danielle exhaled. "I also know she's threatening someone else's life. And I wanna know why." She explained with determination. "That's where you come in."

She sat in a corner, focused on her researches. She was looking for a specific sort of Fae. Just like Lauren suggested, there were dozens of fae that fed on dreams, fears, hopes. But only a few put them in a paralysis. So, they won't move or defend themselves. Most of which used their voices, songs to entrap their victims. In their own body and mind.

"Banshee." Dyson sat down next to her.

"Shapeshifter." Danielle leaned back in the couch she was sitting in.

"I thought college was over for you." He commented looking at the thick book opened in front of Danielle.

"A case, I'm working on." Danielle answered closing the book and her notebook.

"You're working on?" Dyson frowned.

"Yeah, I'm flying solo on this one." Danielle answered.

"Are you sure this is safe?"

"No." Danielle answered truthfully. "But I want to know more about my mother's plans."

"Damn it, Dani." Dyson cussed. "Between you and Bo, I don't know which one is worse." He put down his pint. "Your mother wants you dead. You should stay away from her, instead of looking for her."

"Staying away won't solve anything." Dani said back. "She's coming after me, Dyson. She's been watching me for years. Interfering into my life." She paused. "I know she's coming. The least I can do is to be prepared."

"I see your point." Dyson exhaled deeply. "But you can't do this alone. It's too dangerous."

"It's a risk I'm willing to take." Danielle replied.

"So, what's the story?" Dyson asked her.

"Remember Darcy?"

"Yeah, what about her?"

"Well, she refused to do a job for her boss. The boss turned on her. She landed on Gail's doorstep. Gail called me. I go there. And there she asks my help to protect her dad."

"And you believe her?" Dyson took a sip from his pint

"No, but I visited her father. I got Lauren to look into his file. No brain damage whatsoever that could indicate a stroke. A stroke, he presumably suffered fifteen years ago." Danielle continued. "And now, I'm looking for a fae that could put their victim in a vegetative state."

"This just got complicated."

"You don't say." Danielle sighed.

"Any luck?" Trick stopped by their table.

"How about too many options. Singing faes, dream chasers…So, if you could give me any indication to narrow it down that would be great." Danielle huffed out, picking up her notebook. And froze. "Well, that's new." There was a page covered in scribbles. The same word was written all over the page, in different sizes. "What is a Lorelei?"

"Kind of obsessive, don't you think?" Dyson said taking the notebook from her.

"Actually, I don't remember writing this. Especially not like that." Danielle said confused.

Trick took the notebook in his hands. "Automatic writing. Aibell Banshees don't only hear voices. They have other talents." Trick smirked at Dani. "I suppose this is one of them."

"Great, as if voices in my head weren't enough." Danielle retorted sarcastically. "Anyway, what's a Lorelei?"

"A Water Spirit. Their songs, in the long term, are known to be deadly. They choose a prey and feed on them for quite some time." Trick explained.

"How do they do that?"

"They torment and torture their victims with nightmares. Imagine being trapped in your own body and not being able to scream." Trick shook his head. "I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy."

"So, the Lorelei would have to keep their prey nearby?"

"Most likely." Trick continued. "Why?"

"He got a nurse. Hired by Darcy." Danielle said taking back her notebook. "She made sure the nurse was good with her dad But I don't think she considered a potential fae involvement." She said walking out of the Dal.

"Dani, need a ride?" Dyson called after her as he followed her out of the pub.

"I already told you we shouldn't make a habit of it." Dani smirked at him.

"Come on, you know you can't resist me." Dyson teased her as she walked up to him.

"I wouldn't get my hopes up if I were you." She said as she climbed in his car.

Dani and Dyson were walking up the steps that led to the door. Danielle knew something was wrong, when she saw the door was ajar.

"That's not a good sign." She said looking up at Dyson.

"Stay back." Dyson simply said pushing her behind him.

Dyson pushed the door open and stepped in. Dani followed him. As soon as she stepped in, she knew something was wrong. The familiar feeling of death spread through her veins. She kept following Dyson through the house. Cold and empty house. And a dead body.

"This is his nurse, Mara." Danielle said to Dyson as he got closer to the body.

"The Lorelei must have known you were onto her." Dyson said looking at Danielle.

"She killed the nurse and took Noah. Why?" Danielle shook her head. The woman was slumped on a chair, blood running down her ears and nose. "I mean she could have used Mara as her new snack. Why stick with Noah?"

"I don't know. But whoever that Lorelei is, they must be working for your mother." Dyson suggested.

"If they were, my mother wouldn't have bother to order his assassination." Danielle said. "There's definitely more to this story. And now, we've lost Noah."

"Her brain bled profusely and caused pressure within the skull." Lauren explained. "It's astonishing, considering that Lorelei usually stick with one victim and feed on them over time. Their victims may live a long life. Though, I wouldn't call this life. But this is new for me."

"Well, I think it is for all of us." Danielle commented. "Clear up one thing for me. Lorelei aren't known to give a quick death?"

"This is the first, I've seen." Lauren nodded.

"If we find Noah, is there a chance to save him?" Danielle asked Lauren.

"I'm sorry, Danielle, but it would be near impossible." Lauren apologized. "Even if we can get him to wake up, He may remain in this vegetative state. It's been too long."

"We still need to find him." Dyson said standing next to Danielle. "Lorelei are a rare kind of fae. There's only a few of them left."

"Any of them are Light?" Dani asked him.

"Only two but they don't show themselves to strangers." Dyson told her.

"I'm sure if you ask nicely, they'll show themselves." Dani suggested jokingly. "I hear you're pretty successful with the Ladies."

"Jealous?" Dyson smirked at her.

"Not in a million years." Dani countered. "I need to break the news to Darcy. You call me if you hear anything." Dyson nodded.

"MISSING? MY FATHER HAS GONE MISSING!" Darcy yelled at Danielle. "HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?"

"First, calm down." Danielle said patiently. "Second, the Lorelei that was—is feeding on him, must have suspected that I was onto them. Or Mara saw something she shouldn't have. They thought it would be safer to just move."

"And this is supposed to make me feel better?" Darcy glared at Danielle.

"It means he's still alive." Danielle retorted.

"Not for long." Gail said. "She or he knows that it wouldn't be long before they're found. Whether they're light or dark, there will be no or little consequences for killing a human. They will dispose of him."

Darcy got up. "Where are you going?"

"I came to you to protect my father and you failed." Darcy answered to Danielle. "I don't know what I was expecting."

"It's not over, yet." Danielle got up. "I said I'd help and I am. They're looking for him as we speak."

"And do you have any idea of what a Lorelei is? How powerful it is? Or where they could be?" Gail asked her. Darcy did not answer. "That's what I thought. The best you could do is wait. You're of no use for him if you're dead too."

Danielle understood the girl. All she wanted was to find her father before it was too late. She didn't want to feel for Josh's murderer. But she couldn't help it. She could understand. She was eight years old when her father told her about the sudden departure of her mother. There were no explanations, no words. Nothing. Not even comfort from her father. And two years later, she would lose her father. She knew the feeling of loss, all too well. She could understand Darcy but she would not feel for Josh's murderer.

However, Danielle hadn't mentioned what Lauren told her at the lab. Noah Kincaid was most likely condemned to death. It's been over a decade. The feed had been going on for far too long. And to be able to keep him in that state and feed on him without being noticed. It's astonishing. Horrible but astonishing. Lauren wasn't sure that Noah would ever wake up. Which once again brought up the question, why would her mother ever want him dead? What did he know? There were no chances of him ever talking again or even waking up. Her mother should know, she too, was a Banshee.

"Lorelei keep track of their own." Dyson explained as he and Danielle walked side by side, towards an abandoned warehouse.

"How do you know we're tracking the right one?" Danielle asked.

"Nowadays, Lorelei don't hunt as they used to. They mostly feed on coma patients." Dyson explained. "She is the only one who keeps on hunting. She's also known to take on some specific jobs."

"I didn't know that killing humans was a job. I always thought it was a hobby for your people." Darcy said from behind them walking next to Gail.

"Let me guess, she's dark fae." Gail stated.

"Yeah, that's why the Ash must not know about this."

Danielle looked up at him. "Great. Fantastic. Thanks for the heads up."

They stepped into the warehouse. It was empty, except maybe for the man in the wheelchair. Darcy rushed towards him.

"You'll be dead before you can even touch him." A woman's voice rose behind them. Darcy stopped. They all turned around. There she was. Tall, porcelain skin and dark blond curls.

"What have you done to my father?" Darcy snarled, Gail held her back.

"Oh, sweet little Noah, so tasty." She taunted Darcy. "So much love, so much pain, so much anger. It fuels his dreams, make them taste…yummy. Who could have thought that humans were capable of feeling so much?"

It all happened at once. Darcy pushed Gail away and lunged at the Fae. The Lorelei who was laughing manically, stopped and let out a high pitched sound. Darcy flew in the opposite direction as if she hit a brick wall. The rest of them held their heads in their hands, crippled by the sound, they fell to their knees.

"You really thought you could beat me." The Lorelei said. "A human and your pathetic little sword."

Darcy got up. So, did Danielle. "The Human may not. But a Banshee may stand a chance."

Danielle's wail rippled through the air. The Lorelei flew across the room and her back slammed against the opposite wall. Danielle walked up to the Lorelei while Darcy rushed to her father. Dyson and Gail got back on their feet. The Lorelei scrambled to her feet.

"Why Noah? Why attack and destroy the mind of a human?" Danielle asked the Lorelei.

"You're finally asking the right question." Another woman was present. Standing next to Darcy and her father Noah.

The redhead woman was a few inches taller than Danielle. She was wearing a blue pantsuit and looked to be in her late thirties.

"Mother." Danielle breathed out.

"Dear Danielle, thank you for finding Noah." She smiled at her daughter. "I knew you could do it." She turned to the brunette mercenary. "Darcy."

Darcy stepped forward and unsheathed her sword. Gail's hand burst into flames, Dyson growled threateningly and Danielle felt death crept onto her arms.

"What are you doing?" Danielle asked her as Deirdre crouched down in front of Noah. Darcy looked on, tears brimming in her eyes

"Saying goodbye." Deirdre said softly. She stroked his cheek, fondly. "I'm sorry, my love. I'm sorry for what they put you through, because of me." She stood up and rested her hand over Darcy's. Over the hilt of the sword. "You can let go now. Darcy will be safe with me." And together they drove the sword into his flesh.

Danielle screamed. "Why did you do this?"

"He was already dead." Deirdre replied to her. She turned towards them. "I'm not here for her today. So, you can both calm down." Deirdre said to Dyson and Gail. But they stood their grounds.

The Lorelei's face changed into a snarl. A snarl that Danielle never seen on any human or Fae face. She lunged at Danielle, catching the Banshee off guard. But before she could even think of defending herself, the Lorelei dropped dead on the floor. A knife embedded in her skull.

"Lorelei can get cranky when you take away their lunch." Deirdre commented as Darcy walked out of the warehouse pushing the dead body of her father.

"Dani, sweetie, you're okay?" Gail was at her side in an instant. Dyson not too far away.

"How did you know Noah?" Danielle asked ignoring Gail's worries.

"I always thought that your first question would be, why I left you." Deirdre snorted. "I guess I was wrong."

"Answer me. Why Noah?" Danielle asked again.

"It's answers that you want." Deirdre sighed. "Let me tell you a story instead." She paused. "Once upon a time, the High Matriarch's daughter fell in love with a human. He was sweet, loving and accepting of her nature. But it was a forbidden love. Humans and Faes are meant to end up together. Such unions are despised among our community. However, the young daughter did not care. She loved him. And he loved her. They fled together. Married. And soon there was a child. A daughter that they named Darcy."

Danielle couldn't breathe. Couldn't move. Didn't want to. She was too afraid that if she did, it would break the spell. That her estranged mother would stop telling her tale.

"They lived among humans for ten wonderful and blissful years. The young girl was happy with her husband and her daughter. Hidden from the High Matriarch. It didn't last, though, for one day the High Matriarch herself came to her daughter. Claiming her back. Threatened her family. Scared for their lives, the daughter willingly went back to her clan. And bent to the High Matriarch's will to see her marry a fae." Deirdre looked at Danielle with sad eyes. "She married a strong Fae, a Hellhound. A very kind man. And together they had a daughter. You." Tears were gathering in Danielle's eyes. "I wasn't in love with your father but I loved him. And I loved you. But you were also a constant reminder that my true family was threatened by my own mother They tortured him to punish me. They sent the Lorelei, kept him captive to punish me."

"Are you telling that the true enemy is the High Matriarch?" Danielle asked her in a shaky breath.

"She is not your friend." Deirdre told her. "Neither am I. The High Matriarch is breeding the banshees. In hopes that with each generation, the Banshees will get stronger and better. She chooses their partners, their mates. The Aibell Banshees aren't free."

"And you're the one who's going to free them, I suppose."

"Yes." Deirdre said. "And it would start with your death." Dyson growled in response to the threat. But Dani held him back. "Down, boy. It won't happen today. But it's coming soon." Deirdre left them alone in the warehouse.

Danielle sat in her usual spot at the Dal. Away from the bar and the crowd. Lost in her thoughts. Not knowing how to feel. These last two days, had been long and rough days. She looked for a man that died at the hands of her mother and his daughter. She found out the ugly truth about Aibell Clan. About her own history. Her mother's history. It was a lot to take in. Gail had told her what she knew of the story. A distorted version of the truth. A story told by the High Matriarch herself.

Gail and Dyson tried to convince her that Deirdre was lying. And maybe she was. Maybe there were no truths behind her words. What if she was telling the truth. What if the High Matriarch was not all good. They couldn't know that. She couldn't know that.

She looked at the ring Gail gave her months ago. A ring that supposedly assured her protection against her mother. She had considered using it when her mother would eventually come to kill her. But now, not knowing the truth. She was considering throwing it away. As if the object was cursed. But she kept it.

"Hey" Dyson said softly as he sat next to her. She gave him a tired smile. "You're alright?"

"Will you believe me if I say yes?" Danielle asked back.

"Look, Dani, if you need to talk…"

"Not right now" Danielle shook her head at him. "Right now, I want to forget. Forget before I have to talk about it with Bo and Kenzi. Or even anyone."

"I'm right here if you need anything." Dyson said softly.

"I know." Danielle said in the same tone. She then gently rested a hand on his chest. "I know."

They looked deeply into each other's eyes. His eyes were soft and kind. Dyson rested his hand over hers. He ran his thumb across the back of her hand. Danielle looked from her hand on his chest, to his eyes and then to his lips. They were so inviting. The Shapeshifter and the Banshee leaned into each other and their lips met.

The kiss was soft at first, Dyson pulled her in. Danielle had been kissed before. Mostly by the men she loved. But kissing Dyson was different. His lips were soft against hers. His earthy smell suddenly came to her attention, overwhelming her. Pushing her to be more demanding. She slid her hands under his jacket, behind his back. Dyson's hand went behind her neck and he pulled her into him.

Danielle pulled away briefly, coming out for air. "I knew you couldn't resist me." Dyson smirked. Danielle chuckled. Breathless, her cheeks were flushed. She kissed him again.

What started as a sweet tasting kiss soon turned sour. "We can't do this." She pushed away from him.

"What's wrong?" Dyson asked her.

"I can't do this to Bo." She got off of the couch. "I got to go. I got to go." And Danielle fled the Dal. Ignoring Dyson's calls.

Bo was sitting in the couch when she stepped in the Clubhouse. Guilt was growing in the pit of her stomach. "Dan, you're back." Bo greeted her.

"Yeah, I'm back." Dani repeated, feeling stupid as soon as the words came out of her mouth.

"Is everything alright?" Bo asked her getting up.

"It was two pretty rough days for me." Dani exhaled.

"Want to talk about it?" Bo said moving around in the kitchen.

"Want to talk about Lou-Ann and Vex?" Dani asked back.

"It didn't happen." Bo answered.

"Exactly." Dani nodded. She looked at Bo who was fixing two cups of coffee for them. Guilt had a bitter taste and it tainted the memory of her previous kiss with Dyson.

She couldn't believe she had done that to Bo. She knew the woman's feelings for the Wolf. And she had seen the way the wolf was looking at her. Why would she even kiss him? She was distressed, that was it. This was the only explanation. She needed some sort of relief from this horrendous day. And he was there. This was the explanation. But she wanted it. She wanted the kiss to happen. She had wanted it to happen. She could not deny that.

"I kissed Dyson."