back.”
Chapter 6
~~~Dimitri~~~
Not only did I degrade myself to the point that I let her pick me up when Devan knocked on the door, but I humiliated myself when I saw my brother standing on her front porch by throwing myself into his arms. My only saving grace is that he didn’t know me. I rushed right into telling him about Mave and the curse that it took me a second to realize that he hadn’t heard a word I said.
To make matters worse, she had to go and lock me in the bathroom. Oh, if Devan ever finds out about this, I’m never going to live it down. She is lucky that I have supernatural hearing, or I would have scratched a hole in her door to get out.
Even though he doesn’t know what has happened to me, he knows that something has happened, and my family and my pack are looking for me. I shouldn’t have doubted that fact, but when no one had showed up to get me at the shelter or during the last month, I had actually begun to worry.
Normally, Devan isn’t a trusting person, but I’m glad he saw something in Abby he liked that caused him to share so much information or I wouldn’t know anything. I’m sure their “witness” is Sam. She’s a powerful witch and would be able to at least point them in the right direction. I didn’t like his flirting with Abby or her flirting with him, though. Devan’s a good guy, but the two of them aren’t right for each other.
I felt defeated when he left, but I am glad he is gone. Although, I hadn’t expected Abby to act the way she did; crying herself to sleep and all. At no point in their conversation had he said anything that should have incited such a reaction.
I paced outside her bedroom door for the longest time trying to puzzle it out until her friend called and woke her. I quickly deduced the problem from their conversation. Anger the likes of which I have never experienced before swept over me. I want to kill every person who has ever had a bad thought toward her. I did perk up a bit at the mention of her purple vibrator. That conversation pushed aside all of other thoughts, and I wondered if she would use it after she got off the phone with her friend.
Of course, she didn’t, though, the conversation did shift to me, and I took advantage of it to try to give her a clue about who I am. All she got out of my actions was my name. I could live with that. For now. Having her call me by my actual name makes me feel a little bit human.
I hear her say, “I can’t still be looking like this if he comes back here,” and it pulls me into the present.
I don’t know what the hell she is talking about. Apparently, she is continuing a conversation she has been having in her head. I don’t like the way her face turns all red with her words. The color makes her look as if she has been having dirty thoughts. I watch her face as she thinks about whatever it is that she has been thinking about and reveling at her hands in my fur. What does she mean she can’t look like she does when/if he comes back? She looks fine.
Women. I leap off her desk, circle the sofa cushion a few times, then flop down to contemplate my life some more. Finding this unsuitable, I jump back over onto the arm of the sofa, where she begins to slightly stroke my back. All I ever do these days is take stock of everything that is or has happened to me. I feel a little satisfied with the day, despite her locking me in the bathroom. My powers are coming back. Slowly. Obviously, not enough for Devan to hear my thoughts, but nonetheless, they are coming back.
I still can’t do anything to things outside my body. I can grow and shorten my hair and nails, alter my color, and the biggest thing of all is that when I eat that nasty ass food I can alter the way it tastes and smells once it hits my mouth. I can’t change the texture or the look, so I have to force myself to lower my mouth to it, but once I’ve taken a bite, I can trick myself into thinking I’m eating a burger
Chapter 6
~~~Dimitri~~~
Not only did I degrade myself to the point that I let her pick me up when Devan knocked on the door, but I humiliated myself when I saw my brother standing on her front porch by throwing myself into his arms. My only saving grace is that he didn’t know me. I rushed right into telling him about Mave and the curse that it took me a second to realize that he hadn’t heard a word I said.
To make matters worse, she had to go and lock me in the bathroom. Oh, if Devan ever finds out about this, I’m never going to live it down. She is lucky that I have supernatural hearing, or I would have scratched a hole in her door to get out.
Even though he doesn’t know what has happened to me, he knows that something has happened, and my family and my pack are looking for me. I shouldn’t have doubted that fact, but when no one had showed up to get me at the shelter or during the last month, I had actually begun to worry.
Normally, Devan isn’t a trusting person, but I’m glad he saw something in Abby he liked that caused him to share so much information or I wouldn’t know anything. I’m sure their “witness” is Sam. She’s a powerful witch and would be able to at least point them in the right direction. I didn’t like his flirting with Abby or her flirting with him, though. Devan’s a good guy, but the two of them aren’t right for each other.
I felt defeated when he left, but I am glad he is gone. Although, I hadn’t expected Abby to act the way she did; crying herself to sleep and all. At no point in their conversation had he said anything that should have incited such a reaction.
I paced outside her bedroom door for the longest time trying to puzzle it out until her friend called and woke her. I quickly deduced the problem from their conversation. Anger the likes of which I have never experienced before swept over me. I want to kill every person who has ever had a bad thought toward her. I did perk up a bit at the mention of her purple vibrator. That conversation pushed aside all of other thoughts, and I wondered if she would use it after she got off the phone with her friend.
Of course, she didn’t, though, the conversation did shift to me, and I took advantage of it to try to give her a clue about who I am. All she got out of my actions was my name. I could live with that. For now. Having her call me by my actual name makes me feel a little bit human.
I hear her say, “I can’t still be looking like this if he comes back here,” and it pulls me into the present.
I don’t know what the hell she is talking about. Apparently, she is continuing a conversation she has been having in her head. I don’t like the way her face turns all red with her words. The color makes her look as if she has been having dirty thoughts. I watch her face as she thinks about whatever it is that she has been thinking about and reveling at her hands in my fur. What does she mean she can’t look like she does when/if he comes back? She looks fine.
Women. I leap off her desk, circle the sofa cushion a few times, then flop down to contemplate my life some more. Finding this unsuitable, I jump back over onto the arm of the sofa, where she begins to slightly stroke my back. All I ever do these days is take stock of everything that is or has happened to me. I feel a little satisfied with the day, despite her locking me in the bathroom. My powers are coming back. Slowly. Obviously, not enough for Devan to hear my thoughts, but nonetheless, they are coming back.
I still can’t do anything to things outside my body. I can grow and shorten my hair and nails, alter my color, and the biggest thing of all is that when I eat that nasty ass food I can alter the way it tastes and smells once it hits my mouth. I can’t change the texture or the look, so I have to force myself to lower my mouth to it, but once I’ve taken a bite, I can trick myself into thinking I’m eating a burger
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