“Actually, it is a big deal. To me. If I ask him a favor, I will be indebted to him and I will not put myself in that kind of position with him. Not for you and not for your Fraser. You need to find another way.” My Fraser would be a different story, of course.
“He is your sire! He should do this just because you ask him!” she wails.
“Clearly you don’t know Remiel very well,” I mutter, knowing him all too well. Nothing is free with him.
“I came here for help, but, as usual, as long as you don’t need anything you can’t be fucking assed. I hate you!” she spits out, but thankfully disappears back to from whence she came.
I tut at where she was standing and take another sip. “Not that fond of you either, bitch,” I snark at the empty space, just to make myself feel better. I feel really lame though and decide to move to the sitting room. Looking to where Frederick and I kissed, I get a pang of intense horniness. I need a man and I need one now. Denying myself last night was a very stupid thing to do. I blink and pause. Is this what Vito was talking about? Do I need a man to make myself feel better?
I shake it off, because that isn’t the case here. I just need sex. Plain and simple, no strings, no love, no history, just a good fucking that will end in an orgasm that rocks my world.
“Ugh!” I cry out. It’s too much of an effort to go and find that, not to mention too dangerous. I can’t leave here. So, what am I going to do? For the rest of my life, what am I going to do? Duck the Fae by staying inside and behind wards? It’s fucking pathetic. I should at least give myself something to do while I am at it.
Inspiration hits me and I decide to ring Scott. I am sure he will have a consultation job, or something that I can do from home to keep myself occupied.
Feeling good about having made that decision, I make another one. I plan to head upstairs to my bed and take matters into my own hands.
“Lizzie!” Devon cries at me before I can take another step. He flies at me, knocking the wind out of me as he hugs me so tightly, not caring that the remaining coffee is spilling over both of us.
“Dev,” I say calmly, pushing him away.
“Are you okay?” he asks me, staring intensely into my eyes.
“Just fine.” I say, wanting to add “horny as fuck” but don’t, because Devon is everything that I didn’t wa
nt.
He gives me a curious look but doesn’t let go of me. “Why are you here? Come home.”
“I am home. For now. I need to be here away from...” I was going to say, ‘all of you’, but that doesn’t seem fair. Devon never agreed with Vito and CK. Unless he does and just doesn’t want to say. There’s that paranoia again. I give him a narrow-eyed look and he rolls his eyes at me.
“Don’t be ridiculous. I would never think that about you. I love you just as you are,” he says passionately. “And in case you’ve forgotten you promised me today.”
I straighten my face. Yes, perhaps, in time, Devon can move back in here with me and it will just be the two of us.
“The right words, the wrong time, my darling boy,” I say lightly to take the sting out of it. “I know I did, but…” I shrug.
He grimaces at me but remains silent.
“You should go,” I say eventually.
He shakes his head at me. “You are serious, aren’t you? About not coming back.”
“Yes,” I say firmly.
“Why?” he whines at me.
“Why do think?” I snap at him.
“Fuck them, Lizzie. They clearly don’t know you.”
“Clearly they do,” I grouse.
“No, I refuse to believe that you think that!”
“It doesn’t matter what I think. I cannot go back there with my husband forever thinking there are parts of me that he wants to ‘fix.’ It’s unacceptable.”
“Fuck him off then!” Devon shouts at me. “You don’t need him. I won’t let you push me away. Not now!” His utter rage gives me pause. But I need to do this for me.