“Oh… um. You guys probably don’t do that. Well, if a man is obsessed with you and you break up, he may try to stay in touch, even though you don’t want to. He might follow you, call you, watch you—it’s scary and makes you afraid all the time.”
As a male, and as someone who’d grown up in a small town where nothing bad really ever happened, this was a foreign concept.
“Ah… okay.”
I wasn’t much clearer now, unfortunately
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“So, what do we do?” Grayson asked from beside me.
“You need to be patient, take it slow with her. She’s not going to jump into bed with you guys the moment you put the moves on her. If anything, she’ll run—as soon and as quickly as possible.”
Claire bit her lip and I waited.
“What’s wrong?”
“Just remembering what happened here with Dex and the guys, with me. They asked me to stay for two days to get to know them. That really helped me accept them as my mates. You could try to do that as well, but I don’t think Nevaeh will be able to. She’ll fight the natural attraction she feels and you won’t be able to stop her from going to work. She’s far too driven for that.”
“Then what do we do?” I asked.
Claire was making it sound impossible, which it wasn’t. It couldn’t be.
I believed in the power of Fate, and the old stories of fated mates and perfect women. I always had. Even when I’d been told that wouldn’t be for me, I somehow knew that somewhere, there’d be someone waiting for me.
And now I knew.
It was Nevaeh, and she wasn’t just waiting for me, she’d been waiting for us.
“Well isn’t she lucky that there are three of us to look after her?”
Claire laughed, and then put a dainty hand over her mouth. “Ah, no. That’s gonna work against you, I’m afraid. She was horrified when I explained about my triad.”
“Shit,” Grayson grunted.
“I’ll second that.”
What could we do?
I looked around the room, then stood up so I could pace. I always thought better when I was on my feet.
We needed someone to talk to her, to explain. Someone she trusted…
“Claire! You can help us. You can talk to her, explain about our ways. Vouch for us. You know we’d never hurt her.
I’d spoken to Claire practically every day since she’d moved in with Dex’s pack.
Sure, I didn’t come too close, nor did I come inside her house, but she knew us. Surely, she’d help.
She looked from me to Grayson, to Dexter, and back again. “Ah… I suppose I could. I know her better than anyone, and I know how hard it is to accept this world when you’ve been raised as a human.”
“So, you’ll help us?”
Claire nodded, her eyes wide with what I assumed was fear. “Yes. I will.”
“Thank you.”
Chapter 3.