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that Garrett would tell Emma about that, but he should have known better.
“Listen, it’s complicated. There are a lot of things at play here.”
Emma’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Don’t you mess with her, Russell Warne. You will regret it, I promise,” she said evenly, her voice filled with steel once again.
He felt his own guard come up. “Don’t threaten me,” he said equally softly. “That’s not what I meant. I have no intentions of hurting her, and I certainly do not have anything going on the side, which is where I can see you were going.”
“So what is going on then?” she asked with a slight nod, respecting the strength of his reply as her body relaxed again.
“Between me and Gwen? I don’t know. As for the rest, I’m sorry, but I can’t tell you that,” he said as gently as he could. It wasn’t something he wanted to upset her over.
Emma looked at him, then nodded slowly. “Okay Russell, just don’t hurt her. She’s been through enough.”
He glanced over at Gwen, admiring her from afar. He loved the way she kept having to flick her long hair out of the way as she worked. It clearly annoyed her, but she must love having it so long to keep it. It was a cute little internal battle that she probably didn’t even realize she was waging.
“I don’t think you have to worry about that,” he said softly, before turning and heading back to his bucket of debris.
No, it wasn’t Gwen that was going to get hurt, he thought regretfully.
Chapter Six
Gwen
“Hi Ferro,” she said as the bartender walked by her for the first time since she had arrived.
“Hello Gwen,” he said politely, a smile on his face. “How are you today?”
She smiled back. He was so kind, she thought, though she still didn’t know who he really was. She had seen him snap a bear shifter’s neck with ease the day before, using only his hands. Clearly he wasn’t a normal human either, though nobody had yet told her just what he was. A part of her shuddered at how nonchalantly she could think about the day before already. She had witnessed five people die. Wasn’t she supposed to be traumatized about that?
Except that’s not how anyone else sees it. So if they aren’t freaking out, then you naturally wouldn’t either.
There was some truth to that thought. It had actually triggered a memory of hers, of being around one of her friends who already had children. One of them had been running across the floor, and fallen rather hard. Gwen had started to move, to get up and run to the child, but the mother had held her back and told her just act normal, like nothing was wrong. So Gwen had sat back, keeping her cool as she looked over at the child.
The kid, who couldn’t have been more than three or so, had looked ready to explode into tears. But as the two women sat back, acting like it was nothing, she saw the child shrug it off, get back up, and keep going. It had been an eye-opening insight into the way that one’s emotions were affected by those nearby.
In her mind at least, it seemed to help explain her lack of stress over the incident. She knew she would have some time before it came across as completely normal to her, but at least she wasn’t having nightmares about it. In fact, her dreams had been rather on the opposite side of the spectrum, if she was honest…
Giving herself a mental shake, she brought herself back to the conversation. “You know what? I’m actually much better today. Yesterday was one hell of an interesting welcome to Origin, but I think I could go without another for, oh, let’s say at least a few years?” she said with a small laugh.
Ferro looked around his ruined bar, then back at her. “You know what, I’m sorely tempted to agree with you,” he said with a laugh. “Though if it’s okay with you, I’d prefer to stretch that out to at least a decade.”
“Deal!” she said, sticking out her hand to shake on it. Ferro looked at her in surprise for a moment, then
“Listen, it’s complicated. There are a lot of things at play here.”
Emma’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Don’t you mess with her, Russell Warne. You will regret it, I promise,” she said evenly, her voice filled with steel once again.
He felt his own guard come up. “Don’t threaten me,” he said equally softly. “That’s not what I meant. I have no intentions of hurting her, and I certainly do not have anything going on the side, which is where I can see you were going.”
“So what is going on then?” she asked with a slight nod, respecting the strength of his reply as her body relaxed again.
“Between me and Gwen? I don’t know. As for the rest, I’m sorry, but I can’t tell you that,” he said as gently as he could. It wasn’t something he wanted to upset her over.
Emma looked at him, then nodded slowly. “Okay Russell, just don’t hurt her. She’s been through enough.”
He glanced over at Gwen, admiring her from afar. He loved the way she kept having to flick her long hair out of the way as she worked. It clearly annoyed her, but she must love having it so long to keep it. It was a cute little internal battle that she probably didn’t even realize she was waging.
“I don’t think you have to worry about that,” he said softly, before turning and heading back to his bucket of debris.
No, it wasn’t Gwen that was going to get hurt, he thought regretfully.
Chapter Six
Gwen
“Hi Ferro,” she said as the bartender walked by her for the first time since she had arrived.
“Hello Gwen,” he said politely, a smile on his face. “How are you today?”
She smiled back. He was so kind, she thought, though she still didn’t know who he really was. She had seen him snap a bear shifter’s neck with ease the day before, using only his hands. Clearly he wasn’t a normal human either, though nobody had yet told her just what he was. A part of her shuddered at how nonchalantly she could think about the day before already. She had witnessed five people die. Wasn’t she supposed to be traumatized about that?
Except that’s not how anyone else sees it. So if they aren’t freaking out, then you naturally wouldn’t either.
There was some truth to that thought. It had actually triggered a memory of hers, of being around one of her friends who already had children. One of them had been running across the floor, and fallen rather hard. Gwen had started to move, to get up and run to the child, but the mother had held her back and told her just act normal, like nothing was wrong. So Gwen had sat back, keeping her cool as she looked over at the child.
The kid, who couldn’t have been more than three or so, had looked ready to explode into tears. But as the two women sat back, acting like it was nothing, she saw the child shrug it off, get back up, and keep going. It had been an eye-opening insight into the way that one’s emotions were affected by those nearby.
In her mind at least, it seemed to help explain her lack of stress over the incident. She knew she would have some time before it came across as completely normal to her, but at least she wasn’t having nightmares about it. In fact, her dreams had been rather on the opposite side of the spectrum, if she was honest…
Giving herself a mental shake, she brought herself back to the conversation. “You know what? I’m actually much better today. Yesterday was one hell of an interesting welcome to Origin, but I think I could go without another for, oh, let’s say at least a few years?” she said with a small laugh.
Ferro looked around his ruined bar, then back at her. “You know what, I’m sorely tempted to agree with you,” he said with a laugh. “Though if it’s okay with you, I’d prefer to stretch that out to at least a decade.”
“Deal!” she said, sticking out her hand to shake on it. Ferro looked at her in surprise for a moment, then
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