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Paintball wars

***POV – Melaena

D: Mayday! Mayday! A little actor is dying!

I’ve changed his caller-id on my phone so I know when it’s him. I put away my phone. I’m not going to let one crazy guy ruin my life. He’s been sending me messages almost every day since that first time at the party. Mostly I just ignore them, but it’s starting to creep me out – this ‘mayday’ shit is something new because usually he just rants on about how I belong to him and that soon we’ll be together. And what does he mean by dying … could someone be after Enrique? Would he go as far as trying to kill my brother? Nope … it’s just a joke. Perverted ass-hat stalker!

“This overall is ridiculously unflattering!” Kiara shouts while bursting into my bedroom, pulling at the fabric of the black overall covering her lean body.

“I don’t think looking stylish on the paintball course was what they had in mind when they designed this.” I tease my best friend, looking down at my matching black outfit.

“At least we’re on the same team. I can’t wait to shoot somebody in the face.” Kiara has been going through a cranky week, partly due to PMS, but mostly because her father contacted her last night. He always does it once a month, and then Kiara has a mood like this for two straight days after. But she’s not alone … shooting someone in the face sounds rather pleasing to me too.

“Okay, let’s go meet the guys. I’ll just grab the presents.” I smile, throwing my backpack over my shoulder while walking to the kitchen where we stashed the presents. Kiara opens the door, finding Axel standing there with his hand in the air, ready to knock.

“That’s what I call timing!” He laughs, shaking his head. He’s also dressed in black, meaning he will be on our team. It’s Damion’s birthday, October 31, and his racing team, Monster Reaper, organized a paintball battle and a party. I think it’s more about publicity, to satisfy the press and rub their victory in the other teams’ faces. I know that Uncle John and doctor Deimos own the Reaper team and that they have a small factory where they manufacture all the bikes. They also have a team of the best designers and engineers working for them. Damion won another race this past week, and even though the season is not finished yet, he officially took back the title of champion after ending fifth last year due to an injury.

But on to something else, who’s thinking the same as me – a birthday on Halloween night – coincidence, I don’t think so! Come on, if this doesn’t prove my theory that he’s the devil in disguise, I don’t know what will.

We all got invited and it might be fun, especially if I get to shoot the cocky bastard on his perfect, smooth muscular chest. I’m still upset about him hitting Ren at the party, although everybody tells me that Ren was the one to blame. In truth, I’m more upset about his almost kiss and what he said, and for him, leaving me confused, thinking that I actually loved him. I now know better, he’s the devil that I despise.

The team sent out overalls to all invitees, dividing them into two teams, black and green … like their team colors. The Reaper team is sponsored by Monster Energy. Logan said that mostly the teams consist of friends, family, and work-related colleagues like his teammates and sponsors. There are more than 100 people invited to the party, but only 20 are going to participate in the paintball game – 10 black and 10 green.

I take the presents we bought for Damion and follow Kiara and Axel to the cars where my brothers are waiting. Ilkay, Logan, and Enrique are on the green team, but Jackson is also black. I silently sent up a thank-you prayer, just because having psycho Jackson on your team, in something like this, is an advantage – I’ve learned that over the years.

“Revenge is staring you in the face, my little sisters,” Enrique comments with a BEAST smirk, pointing at me and Kiara. Okay, so it’s not as if my other brothers are not dangerous opponents – because each of them has their own unique skill sets. Jackson just gives me a knowing smile and I wonder if there’s going to be an ambulance on standby. But I know better than to show fear.

“Not if I shoot you in the balls first.” I stab back, but Enrique just winks, patting his manly parts.

“All cupped up, little witch, courtesy of Logan’s football gear.” I feel a bit disappointed, but I should have guessed all my brothers would be wise enough to use dick protectors. We split into teams, the green team with Ilkay in his truck, while we are in Axel’s. We drive, cheerfully chatting about the game and the party, even talking strategy a bit, deciding that we will stick together, protecting each other as far as we can.

The paintball place is in a wooded area with a military-training camp vibe. Axel parks close to a log cabin with a sign saying ‘reception’. Ren is standing on the steps, dressed in green, talking to a curvy brunette also in green. I recognize her as Chloe, the bitch from the party, and my heart sinks into my sneakers. Damion’s true love is here, fudge-buckets. But at least she’s on the other team, so I get to shoot her, and I’m going to make it count.

“Ug, what is Chloe doing here?” Logan scolds while we’re walking up to them. Seems I’m not the only one with negative feelings toward the girl.

“Hi boys!” She greets, her voice sounding like a call girl in the middle of phone sex. Not that I know anything about that, but it’s how I imagine it would sound. Ren doesn’t say a word but just pulls me into an uncomfortable hug. My brothers don’t make any effort to greet her or Ren, for that matter. No, they just walk past them, toward Damion, standing inside the building. Damn, he’s also in black, so my revenge ideas go flying through the window. They greet him overenthusiastically and wish him a happy birthday. Kiara gives Ren a fishy smile and joins the boys inside. I watch her kissing Damion on the cheek and giving him a warm hug. I suppose I should wish him a happy birthday too, so I pull free from Ren’s arms and slowly stroll up to the devil. Ren stays outside - peace between him and Damion will never happen, but they promised to not get into a physical fight again.

“Happy birthday, asshole,” I say sarcastically, awkwardly hugging him. Damn, why do I always feel so alive when I am close to him? And as expected, electric jolts run through every nerve of my body as soon as I touch him. If that’s not bad enough, the butterflies in my stomach slowly make their way south, warming up my core. Yes, I know what it sounds like, but it’s not. Like I said before, love and hate produce the same symptoms, making things confusing and sometimes I mistake one for the other, like at the party in the games room. But, as soon as my mind functions properly, I can distinguish effectively what I’m actually feeling, and this definitely is hate. Hate … filled with lust … that’s it. I admit I’m attracted to him … physically attracted … but that doesn’t mean I’m in love with him … because I’m not.

“Thanks my angel,” he whispers softly in my ear and his breath sends another army of tingles down my spine, causing the ache down under to increase and I clench my legs together to keep it from erupting. The next moment, Chloe pulls his arm away and anger flushes into my eyes. How dare she?

“Come on, darling, the game is about to start.” Her eyes flirt with him and she pouts her lipstick mouth into a blood-red heart and the little green monster in me has this urge to make her bleed for real. But I keep my cool and stand back. It’s only then that I notice the cameraman in one corner. Logan told us that the press would be here documenting the whole thing. I guess they’re going to have a field day with such a lot of celebrities in one place. ‘Cause, just like Damion, my brothers’ lives get blatantly invaded by the paparazzi all the time. He unclings her fingers from his arm before pushing her away slowly.

“Chloe, you must go to your team. And take that duce outside with you.” She stomps her feet on the ground but drags Ren to the spot where the rest of the green team is gathering.

“Mel!” A shout comes from behind me and I turn around just in time to catch a leaping Luke in my arms. He’s also dressed in black and is just a cuteness overload in his little overalls. He hooks his arms around my neck and nestles his face in my neck.

“I’ve missed you so much.” Then he lets go and drops to the floor with a big smile.

“Me too little dude.”

Axel hands us our gear and Damion helps me to strap myself into it. He’s so tantalizingly close and so intent on what he’s doing, so I lean slightly forward, my nose in his hair. He smells clean, fresh, and heavenly. He pulls the straps tight, his fingers doing a secret seductive dance against my body, making me blush. He glances up and smiles like he’s enjoying a private joke, his green eyes heated. I hold my breath as he pulls the last strap tight.

I look at the container filled with black balls of paint, before we also get to our gathering point, Luke clutching my hand as if he never wants to let go. The men talk some strategy, concluding that the guys would be the protectors, some would stay with the flag and the rest will cover the girls while we try to get to the opponent’s flag. And then the games begin.

The rules are easy. When you are hit, you have to leave the field immediately. The team that gets to the other’s flag first is the winner. At this moment, we are on the other side of the course and can’t even see the green flag. The semi-jungle scene stretching before us is a strange, fearsome place where the enemy could hide in every nook and cracky, specially made for the game. There are trees, trunks, reeds, haybales, walls, and tunnels, well placed over the whole course to make it easier as well as more difficult for each team. We slowly crawl forward, using the trees and man-made shelters as cover. I’m stuck between Damion and Luke, while Kiara, Jackson, and Axel are just a few meters behind us. The rest of the black team is hidden close to the flag somewhere.

Then Jackson shoots and a green team member swears and leaves the field. I notice some movement to my right and motions to the others. I lean against a tree, standing hidden while waiting for them to come closer. Damion lies flat on the ground and I jolt when he starts shooting. I peep from behind my tree to see Ren standing up, black dots on his helmet and chest. He looks down at something and I notice part of a green arm. I land a shot at it with a huge smile. It’s Chloe and she jumps up with a scream. Got you bitch! I yell to myself, feeling ecstatic and moving around the tree.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

Pain shoots through my tummy and boobs. The bitch is shooting me with suppressive fire. I want to shout out, but don’t get a chance as a hard body flings against me and pushes me back into the tree, strong arms cradling around my head.

Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!

I can feel his body contracting with each shot, but the popping sound doesn’t let up.

“Chloe, stop it, you’re out!” Kiara shouts, but there is some more popping before the explosion of balls suddenly stops. Guess she ran out of ammo. Damion moves his body painfully away, but I stay stuck to the tree for a few moments, gasping for breath. I’m not sure if my lack of oxygen is because of the force of the paintballs hitting my chest, or the closeness of the body that was pressed against mine seconds ago. Something about him protecting me pulls a string in my heart.

Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!

“Ouch! Ouch! Stop!” Chloe yells and then she stands there looking surprised down at her overalls covered with black paint, her gun drops to the ground.

“Take that bitch!” Jackson wails, looking like a regular James Bond, weapon still aimed at Chloe.

Pop! Pop!

Two more shots land on a surprised Chloe.

“Stop it!” she yelps. But it wasn’t Jackson this time.

“You deserved that for shooting Mel and my brother,” Luke jumps up and down and gives Jackson a high-five.

Ren helps a shattered Chloe and they walk away together, his arm protectively around her shoulders. The idea of him not even attempting to help me or stop her, clouds my mind as we continue our quest, the fact that he’s holding her not bothering me a bit. Luke takes out the player that shot Kiara from behind. My friend is not happy about being out of the game.

Even though this game is pitiless and even painful, shooting the other team does have a profound and strangely compelling effect of fun on me. And it seems I’m not the only one who feels that way. Damion has this energetic light in his eyes and I know he’s enjoying it just as much. Two more green-team members experience our rage and leave the field. We can see the green flag a few yards from us and we bundle together behind a wall.

“Okay, this is it. You go get the flag.” Axel points at me. Luke peeps over the wall in the direction of the winning piece of cloth. I wipe the sweat rolling down my forehead like tiny little vipers with my sleeve. My parched tongue licks over my palate, where dust and spit intermixed to a muddy bitterness.

“I’ll cover Mel and you stick to Luke.” Damion looks at Axel and they salute each other.

“Luke, you’re the secret weapon.” Luke shakes his head eagerly, giving his brother a fist bump. I get up and run to the next cover, green balls splatter all around my feet. It sounds like a machine gun, and then Damion falls next to me.

“It’s Enrique, the bastard,” he grumbles with a smile. We look at the next safe spot and he motions at Axel to be ready. I start running again, balls flying past my head. The next moment, Damion dives forward while grabbing me and we fall onto the ground, his body on top of mine. Again, he takes a beating of green balls on his body - back, arms, legs, helmet. He moans softly, cursing the lunatic that’s emptying his gun on him.


I see Damion’s mouth move but my heartbeat pounding in my ears causes ferocious drumming inside the helmet, deafening me for a few moments. I take a deep breath and close my eyes to calm my ticker down and when the thumping slowly stops, I can hear his voice.

“You okay?” He asks as soon as the grievous bodily harm to him stops. I nod and then I hear Enrique laughing from behind some logs. Douchbag!

“Enrique, you’re going to be a bloating carcass when I’m finished with you!” Damion shouts, but Enrique just laughs harder. I smell that fresh, citrus, and woody scent I have come to associate with Damion over the years. Dior … he’s the face of Dior … and if I have to take a wild guess, today he’s wearing Sauvage. Mixed with sweat! But somehow it triggers my butterflies. They must be drawn to the musky smell of perspiration. I barely register the pain from the bruised wounds on my torso as it is being drowned out by the heightened, throbbing ache between my legs.

The next moment, Enrique swears loudly, and he runs past us, jolting each time a black ball hits him. Jackson is following close behind, an arsenal of paintballs firing from his gun straight at his twin. And the look on his face tells me that he might just be enjoying it a little too much.

“Fuck off, Jackson!” Enrique swears again, trying to hide behind an old car wreck.

Damion looks at me with a heated glint in his eyes, then he wipes his fingers over my cheek, saying I have some dirt there. I wiggle to get free, scared by the emotions I’m feeling, and notice a green patch on my sleeve. Damn, I’ve been really hit this time and am out of the game.

Damion helps me to my feet and then a loud noise judders me to close my ears with my hands. It’s the siren signaling a win. Somebody grabbed a flag. I quickly look over, and then a big smile spreads across my face. Luke is jumping up and down, wildly waving the green flag through the air. I remove my hands slowly, letting them fall down my sides. We won!

Enrique jumps up from his hiding place and slowly walks over to us.

“Congratulations.” He intentionally hits Damion on his back, knowing it hurts. Then he sees the paint marks covering my front and his eyes turn dark. A cameraman is standing close by, recording our win.

“Who the bloody hell shot you like that?” He seems angry and it’s ironic because just a few moments ago he was the one shooting at me.

“Chloe went all out killer crazy on her,” Kiara explains, walking over to us with a smile. Then she looks at Damion and wrinkles her nose “… but Damion protected her viciously, taking the most hits.” Enrique’s brow lifts and he looks at his friend standing next to me. Damion looks uncomfortable but he doesn’t say a word. Luke comes in running and Damion grabs him and throws him into the air.

“We WON! We WON!” the little guy shouts while laughing. Enrique puts his arm around my shoulder and whispers “I’m going to make that bitch pay! Nobody shoots my sister except for her brothers.” I just shake my head and smile at the contradiction of his words. Is that so?

I push him away and then lift my gun. Before he realizes what’s happening, I shoot him a few times on his chest and legs. He jumps around swearing, trying to get out of the way, but then Damion bursts out laughing and I stop shooting.

“Serves you right, asshole. You messed up my backside for nothing.” Enrique looks at me as if he’s going to murder me, but then he puts his arm around my shoulder again and we walk arm-in-arm to the exit. Luke jumps on his brother’s back and Damion gives a soft growl so Axel grabs the little man and swings him over to his back, knowing his friend must be in pain. We join the other people, a mix of green and black overalls, most of them shattered with blobs of paint and already dispensed from their safety gear.

Ren is talking to Chloe. Her green overall is open at the front, giving him a perfect view of her exposed cleavage covered in only a red lacy bra, and I notice his eyes taking full advantage of the show. Funny, I don’t even feel a pint of jealousy, not in the slightest. Chloe suddenly rushes towards us like a freight train, grabbing Damion. All the guys’ eyes move, as if in union, to the exact same spot of red lace, leaving smirks on their faces. Even Luke’s eyes are almost popping from his face. Ug, boys are so predictable ... they seem to be haunted by boobs from birth to death!

I shoot my eyes toward Damion, jealousy NOW suddenly shooting through me, but to my surprise, he’s staring back at me. He smiles when my eyes catch his, questions hiding in them, and he just shrugs his shoulders.

“Undefeated legend, not one shot,” Jackson willows proudly, walking over to us while swinging his gun in his hands. Ilkay appears silently behind him and, without hesitation, shoots him three times on the back. He growls and jumps around to see his brother’s self-satisfied face teasing him.

“And now you’re not!” Enrique smirks next to me, an egotistical expression displayed on his profile. Jackson lifts his gun and shoots Ilkay back, hitting him solidly on his chest. Then Enrique shoots Axel, who also wasn’t hit during the game, and Axel shoots Ilkay.

Sean, Damion’s teammate, walks over with a big smile and upon seeing his clean overall, the boys all turn on him. He turns his body, protecting his face and crotch, and takes most of the hits on his arms and ribs. Then they start a shooting frenzy, and without thinking, I jump behind Damion, not eager to receive another painful shot. As soon as they run out of ammunition, they start laughing and giving each other bro-hugs - as if nothing happened. Yeh, it’s not as if they’re not even aware that they’re bruised and bleeding and probably in pain.

Men, men, men! I’ll never understand the workings of those puny brains of theirs. And these idiots are all unfeeling psychopaths!

“Let’s go start the party!” Dean, their agent, shouts, possibly trying to prevent some more attacks in front of the cameras. I can see the reporter’s sly smile and just know that he has some excellent footage already and the night is still young. The boys never disappoint, always giving the press something to speculate about.

We get to the parking area and Ilkay pulls his medical bag from the car. He hands out some wipes, drenched in some antiseptic liquid, and everybody starts treating wounds … some their own … some helping others. I look at the birthday boy… he did protect me after all, so I guess I owe him.

Damion pulls his overalls off and ties the sleeves around his middle, exposing his bruised and battered back. It looks bad … it’s blue and red and bloody. I start wiping it as gently as possible, trying not to think too much about the feelings running from my heart through my mind. Then someone tries to grab the cloth from my hand.

“Let me do it,” Chloe snaps. I glare at her but give a step back.

“No!” Damion utters, sounding irritable, “go away, Chloe.” And I wonder if he’s mad at his love for shooting him.

“Darling, I’m sorry … I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she stutters, grabbing his arm. He pulls away and my inner bitch cheers joyfully.

“I know … you meant to hurt Mel,” he says coldly.

“No … “ Chloe gasps, now clutching his leg, “the gun eh … it got stuck … “

Yeah right … the bitch is lying, big time. Damion throws her hands from him and walks away, whispering something in Kiara’s ear. Bitch C folds her arms and glares at me, her mouth in a pout. And I instantly decide that this girl just turned into my least favorite person on the planet.

Kiara grabs me all of a sudden and forcefully pushes me into a car. The car speeds off before I can get my bearings straight. What the heck? I look to the side … I’m in a truck with Damion and Luke.

I awkwardly put on my safety belt … not sure what’s going on. Why did my BFF – or rather ex-best-friend - push me into this truck?

I glance at him from beneath my lashes. He looks so cool and collected – poised even … Me? I’m a hot mess, feeling so out of my league here. His face is turned to the front – concentration on the road. He has a beautiful profile and my fingers itch to trace that square jaw … the deep dimples. He hasn’t shaved, and the sudden thought of running my tongue over his stubble tempts my mind. I’d like to feel how rough it is against my lips.

“So how long have you and that Ren duce been together?” I jolt as he suddenly interrupts my erotic rumination, a warm blush covering my cheeks being caught with those dirty thoughts.

“Since I got back,” I manage breathlessly. Was I just thinking about licking his face? What am I … a dog? What is it about this man that drives my hormones through the roof?

“I don’t like him,” Luke comments.

“Nobody likes him,” Damion continues and I drastically think about how I can change the topic. I don’t want to talk about Ren. But making conversation with my frenemy … which I hate but secretly crave, is not an easy accomplishment. It’s not as if we’ve actually been all alone together all that much, my brothers are mostly around. I just realized that I don’t know much about him. I mean, I’ve seen most of his races on television, and know he’s a risk-taker, his favorite color is black; he hates Brussels sprouts, but loves to eat hot dogs from the Bacon Dog Cart. He is very active and tries any sport like surfing, skateboarding, and wall climbing in his spare time. He also loves the outdoors and camping, had an almost perfect GPA score, is a dog person, and sleeps in the nude.

But that doesn’t mean I know anything about him. And I for sure as hell is not a stalker if that’s what you’re thinking. No, it’s just things I’ve picked up over the years.

“How’re your boobs?” he smiles at me and I sigh. Why does he have to be so freaking good-looking? I mean, just look at that face! No wonder girls fall at his feet all the time.

Then the realization of his words sinks in. My boobs? I flush scarlet and quickly look at Luke. The little guy is staring at me … waiting for an answer. I open my mouth but am not sure what to say. I look down at my chest as if it will provide the answer he wants. Damion gives a half-suppressed chuckle.

“Where Chloe shot you ...” he represses.

“Oh, eh … they’re … um it’s fine … “ my brain-to-mouth filter failing again.

“I’m willing to doctor them for you … return the favor since you cleaned my wounds so to speak,” he winks with a naughty gleam in his eyes.

“Ug.” Luke sighs and rolls his eyes, before he starts babbling like a little baboon, still engulfed by the excitement of winning, and I’m glad as it gives me the excuse to stare out the window and gather my thoughts. I don’t want to talk to Damion too much, scared that I might start liking him … or worse, get trapped in a situation where I’ll make the mistake of misinterpreting hate for love again. And playing the game of love with THIS guy can not end well for anyone. I’m already strung out whenever he’s around, and when he touches me it’s as if I have a fever, and I even act crazy. But like I said, love and hate feelings are one and the same, I’ve googled it and Google doesn’t lie.

To me, he is the person where love and hate become indistinguishable, kindred, so much alike that I can never decide, no matter how hard I try. Are the heavy heartbeats, the twisted stomach, the nauseating feelings a reaction of love or hate … or a combination of the two?

I look at my reflection in the window. Somewhere deep inside I know the truth … I’m not stupid … but I choose to stick to the belief that these feelings are the symptoms of hate. I don’t want to acknowledge the opposite … because admitting that I’m in love with him will only end in disaster and break my fragile heart again and again.

“You know, we never really have one-on-one talks like this,” Damion suddenly says, and I wonder if he’s insane. We’ve hardly said anything the whole trip so far. Luke has done all the talking. I keep quiet, waiting for him to continue ’cause I don’t know what to say to him. I got a hell of a lot to say to Kiara about stuffing me in this car when I see her though.

“Why is that you think?” he continues. I just pull up my shoulders.

“Are you worried about what your little boyfriend is thinking?” He pulls his eyes and smiles wickedly, dragging out the word ‘boyfriend’ sarcastically. I gasp. I haven’t even given Ren a thought. Does that make me a bad girlfriend?

“You’re not a bad girlfriend … you’re just not in love with him,” he says blatantly, and my jaw drops. Is he psychic or something?

“I can read you like a magazine, angel.” I frown at him, but he keeps his eyes on the road. I look at Luke’s entertained face and the little guy slowly lifts his shoulders and pouts his mouth.

“That guy is all wrong for you, you know.” Eyes still on the road, but his voice dipped an inch onto the deeper side.

“Oh sorry I didn’t know you’re an expert on how I should live my life … just let me get my notebook so I can take notes.” My voice is cold and I hope he can hear the hate laced in it. The arrogance of this man is astronomical.

“Well, he’s cheating on you for one … maybe put that in your notebook.” He also sounds cold now and it bothers me more than what he’s saying.

“You’re a dick, but being one doesn’t make yours bigger,” I shout, forgetting that Luke is in the back seat.

“Oh, I don’t have any problem with my ba-donk-a-donk’s size, angel. But please don’t hold back on the insults.” I frown at the word he uses for his penis – maybe it’s because of Luke.

“Go to hell!” I’m sure my one eye is twitching.

“Been there, done that, even got the scars to prove it.” He’s not even shaken, and here I am mad as a leprechaun.

“I hate you!” I turn my back at him as much as I can manage in my seat. We drive for what feels like hours in silence, and it’s as if the absence of noise in the car is almost deafening. Why would he say that about Ren? Does he know something I don’t? No, Ren would not do that.

“I’ve figured it out,” Luke breaks the loud silence, and I turn to look at him. Damion glances in the rearview mirror.

“You two are secretly in love and you’re both too stupid to admit it.” He gives a large proud grin as if he just figured out the undisclosed meaning of the universe.

“Gmf! Sorry to burst your bubble Luke, but your brother isn’t capable of loving a girl, he has no heart. I think he might even be a monster.”

“You know, love can be deceiving, just like rumors. And monsters can be real.” Damion mumbles, taking his eyes off the road to look at me and a flame shoots from them to burn my core. What does he mean by that? I’m still trying to figure it out when Luke gives one of his quirky but rather brilliant thoughts.

“So Mel, you don’t like my brother then?” Luke asks softly as if he’s disappointed. I chose to throw Damion’s words back at him.

“Well, I’ve been there, done that, even got the dragon to prove it. He’s no Prince Charming, that’s for sure.” I steal a secret glance at him and notice his face going pale.

“So you want a fairytale?” Where does this kid get these questions from? And between him and his brother, I don’t even get time to take a breath before they slam me with a mind-changing fact.

“Not so much, but I want something real. Not a one-day prince that will just leave me hanging the next day.” I know Damion will get the meaning behind the words. He’s not your normal knight in shining armor on a white horse, no, he’s more of a demon in jeans on a black bike, and instead of saving you, he will destroy you.

“You need a good guy and not a prince then,” Luke says, taking my hand in his, and all I can do is smile at him. This little nut-head crawled into my heart and stuck himself there. Damion just shakes his head, giving a soft laugh as if he finds it funny. He turns the Bonny Tyler song on the radio up as if he doesn’t want to listen to us anymore.

‘Where have all the good men gone and where are all the gods … ’ Perfect … even the radio is psychic now … and I’m sure I’m gonna get stuck with an ogre in my life … so much for fairytales.

‘Isn’t there a white night upon a fiery steed …’

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