Page 45 of Forging Bonds: Part Two

Griff nods in agreement, “Yeah, good point.”

“I just realized none of you answered me, and we got all off track with the conversation,” I say after a few moments of silence. “Can I kill him?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Evander replies. “As much as I want to be able to tell you to go for it, it will just end up causing you more problems.”

“Plus, we would probably have to go on the run and not to sound incredibly selfish, but I really like our house, and now that I’ve finally moved in I can get my room exactly like I want, I’ve never really had a room before, not one that I’ve wanted to make my own. Just in case I’ve had to leave it,” Doc rambles.

His ramble catches me off guard completely because I haven’t ever heard him ramble before, and it clearly catches him off guard as well because his eyes widen and then dart around looking everywhere but at me.

I reach for his hand and squeeze it tightly. “You’ve never really had a room before?”

He glances down at me, his expression cautious like he’s waiting to see some kind of judgment or something similar on my face, when he doesn’t find any, he doesn’t relax completely, his shoulders still tense and his eyes tight.

He glances up at the others, and I catch Evander nod once, and give him an encouraging smile.

He lets out a heavy breath and then replies, “No. I have never had a bedroom that was really mine. From the age of twelve, I grew up in the supernatural equivalent of an orphanage. Any roommates that I have had since have gotten pretty fed up with me pretty quickly, and so I never made a space mine. I’m not easy to get along with.”

I frown, “Why not? I don’t find you difficult to get along with at all. I think you’re amazing, and so incredibly intelligent. I love it when you talk about what you do and why you’re doing what you’re doing. It’s really interesting.”

Doc’s eyes widen, and the others chuckle softly.

“I told you,” Van says.

I’ve clearly missed something. “What?”

Doc stops, moves me so that I’m facing him, and pulls me tight against him, kissing me softly. He gently rubs his nose against mine and says, “Nothing. You are absolutely fucking perfect, how the fuck did we get so fucking lucky.”

“Ain’t that the truth brother,” Ransom mutters while the others all nod in agreement.

Doc pulls my hand gently so that I carry on walking, and I sort of just follow in a daze. That was so fucking sweet. I definitely feel like I’ve missedsomething big, but I have no idea what, and no one seems to be upset, so I decide that I’m going to let it go.

“So no murder?” I question again, trying to change the subject, even though the conversation has been had, and I know the answer.

Evander chuckles and shakes his head. “No Nene, no murder. At least not for the moment.”

“I’m good with that,” I reply. “I don’t want Doc to lose his bedroom. I really like my bedroom too actually. Oh, I’m so tired,” I finish as a giant yawn seems to overtake me from nowhere.

“It’s been a long day,” River points out with a smile.

“Tell me about it. I had the trial this morning, then the panic of watching you guys in a trial, and then what I thought was another one, but even if it wasn’t, it was like a trial and I met a fucking unicorn, that’s just nuts. Honestly, I think if I didn’t have the proof on my arm, I wouldn’t believe it happened and would think that I had fallen in the woods, landed on some hallucinogenic plants, put my fingers in my mouth somehow, and then tripped the whole thing.”

River bursts out laughing and teasingly asks, “Does that happen often?”

I raise my eyebrows, “You would be surprised how often that happens.”

River’s mouth drops open in shock as all of the others burst out laughing.

“No fucking way,” Griff chuckles.

“Oh, you have to tell us that story,” Reed adds.

I grin, “Maybe one day.”

“I’m going to hold you to that,” River grins, “it sounds like one epic story.”

I chuckle. “Oh, it is, but I think I probably need to be drunk and have Coen with me in order to give it justice.”

“Even better,” Ransom laughs.

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