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"Seeing as we can't fuck in these circumstances, I guess I'll do as you ask." Letting go, I admired her as she observed me.

"You know, for a murderous legend, you're not that dangerous."

Was she actually serious?

I could feel everyone else's shock, but I couldn't stop myself from laughing - the sound melting away my control on everyone as they gasped at the release of tension.

"Only you would think so, Sweetness," I voiced. "I'm done. Any longer and I'd have to spill some blood on these floors. Would be a shame since they're imported from Italy."

She looked down to admire them for a moment.

"Classy. Definitely imported," she agreed. "Are you giving me a goodbye kiss or that ain't your thing?"

Mother Moon, you gave me a pure gem of charming grace.

I moved in a swift blur, my lips claiming and devouring hers in mere seconds, but I reeled back my immense desire to do more for my own sake.

I'd have my share of fun later.

"Try not to awaken me again, Sweetness," I warned cautiously. "I don't like leaving without anything."

"I never said you should leave without anything," she muttered back. I felt like she was testing me, a challenge I'd gladly accept as I took the chance to bite her bottom lip enough that it began to bleed. She didn't even flinch at the pain I’d surely induced, and she watched me as my tongue ran along her bottom lip before I sucked every drop of blood.

She couldn't hide the twinkle of lust that hooded her eyes, and now I really wondered what she hid beneath her powerful surface.

Was she so similar to me that pain and blood excited her?

"Good girl." My husky voice surely sent shivers through her, and I decided to leave with that. That switch flicked back in place, and without missing a beat, my sanity was back.

"You're absolutely insane."

"Now, now," she began. "You can't compliment me one second and insult me the next. That's not...nice."

My instincts were on point as I hooked my arm around her in time to catch her.

"Willow?"

"Sleeping," she muttered, and I could tell she was actually slipping out of consciousness. "Don't...hurt my...bestie...or...whatever." She clearly gave up as she fell right back to sleep - leaving us in a lingering silence that was followed with Saint whispering, "So...I feel like we need a therapy session of some sort."

Jayce groaned. "The last time we tried that, I punched the psychologist. Let's not do that again."

I decided to get things back on track because we'd spent too much unnecessary time, though that was my fault. Picking Willow up, I headed to the master bedroom before anyone could say a word.

It could have not been to Willow's usual color scheme, but the bed was similar in size and location in the room, which would give her some comfort as she recovered. After lowering her into the soft sheets, I turned to see Dimitris, who was the only brave one to try to determine if I was safe to be around.

My vision was beginning to fade now, the effects of my heightened magic twinkling away, which was a good thing because we could have a proper conversation from this point onward.

"You good?"

"I'm always good," I countered. "However, if I'm provoked, all bets are off. You know that as well as I do."

"Aurelia didn't."

"And she faced the consequences of not knowing." If he was trying to make me morally feel like I committed a crime, he’d forgotten just how dangerous I was. "She needs to look at Willow. Her energies are over the place."

Dimitris decided to drop the topic as we both made our way back to the entranceway where Onyx and Viktor were speaking to Aurelia about something while Jayce and Saint were observing. The conversation stopped at our return, but I didn't care.

"You can continue," I voiced. "Don't mind me."

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