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Holy fuck, one of the sexiest men I’d ever known, and had crushed on as a kid, had just laid one on me. That was fuckin’ hot, but Scythe hadn’t aroused me completely… and if I was brutally honest, it was not because he wasn’t Grey. It was because he wasn’t Fanatic.

Shit… I was fucked.

Fanatic

I was pacing back and forth with Danny in my arms when Scythe rode up with Willow behind him. The Devil’s Scythe President reached out, grabbed Willow’s wrist, and spoke to her.

Willow nodded, and Scythe saluted me and roared off as Willow walked up the drive. I spotted Edna heading out and instantly raced for Willow.

“Don’t even fuckin’ start, you old bitch. I’ve been shot, beaten, and nearly killed. And I’m not in the mood for your poisonous bullshit!” Willow spat at Edna as I opened the door.

Wonderful, it seemed Willow was still riled up big time.

“I apologise, but you were out of line too,” Willow stated as she marched up and grabbed Danny.

Danny took one glance at Willow, and his little brow creased. His nose wrinkled, and, to our surprise, Danny began wailing. Willow blinked at him as I took Danny back and comforted him.

“Babe, check your face out.”

Willow stomped to the hallway mirror and screamed. “Damn, I can’t believe Scythe kissed me like this!”

“Scythe did what!” I yelled, making Danny wail even more.

“None of your business!” Willow retorted.

“Hi guys, oh my. Bath and relaxing time is needed. Give me Danny, and I’ll bring him back in a couple of hours,” Gladys stated, appearing and snatching Danny.

Confused, I looked at the closing door and my empty arms similar to a scene in a comedy sketch. “Swear to God I had Danny ten seconds ago.”

Willow started to laugh. “Fanatic, we’re a fuckin’ mess.”

“Yeah,” I said and began chuckling.

“I’m going to run a bath. Let’s chat while I’m wallowing and order food, please. I’m starving,” Willow asked.

“Couldn’t have coped if something had happened to you today,” I replied, suddenly needing to be honest.

“I know,” Willow mumbled softly. “Now you understand how I feel when I look at you.”

???

What the fuck did that mean? Willow bloody fled up the stairs like a bat out of hell as I stood there open-mouthed. Had she just admitted feelings for me? The urge to chase Willow down was nearly overwhelming, and I had to struggle to control myself. If that hadn’t been what she meant, acting like a caveman would piss Willow off.

I tried to figure out which other way she could have meant it, but nope… my brain had latched onto hope. It hadn’t been meant as a distraction from the fight brewing between us, either.

Willow needed to see that therapist, and soon. She’d consented but not made an appointment. I understood, but ultimately, Grey had been ordered away and had chosen to stay.

Serenity shouldn’t have been present, I agreed, and she did suffer guilt. However, neither Dad nor Serenity asked Fury to attack us. Fury wasn’t on their heads. And it boiled down to the fact if Fury hadn’t caused a war, nobody would have died. But good people tended to blame themselves, and a lot of my family and friends were suffering. Even a year on because shit hadn’t settled.

Parts of Rapid City were still rebuilding, the President, although impeached, was facing criminal charges, as were others. Happily, Winslow had declared he was running and ninety per cent of South Dakota was supporting him—and to everyone’s surprise, Antony Parker-Jones was his future Vice President. That was proving a hugely popular choice, and the two men were making massive inroads with voters. In fact, they were terrifying the opposition.

From what Mum mentioned, there was a plan in place. If Winslow got presidency and held it for two terms, then Andrew Wainwright, our congressman, would run with Fisher as his VP. And Mum was heavily throwing her weight behind them all. She’d been sickened at the cowardice and blind willingness the President had shown.

With all this happening, the war remained very much in our faces. Willow needed to get with the programme and book some bloody help! Before she fractured.

Willow

Damn, did my mouth just run away with me? I didn’t even know what I meant by those words. How could I explain it toFanatic when I was as lost as he was? Confused and uncertain, I poured a liberal amount of bubble bath in and minutes later sunk into the hot water.

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