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I moved away from Ashes and Sirena.

“You sure you’re OK?” I asked.

“I’m fine. I was raised to survive and conquer. So were you,” he said, giving me a pointed look. “I’ll see you soon, brother.”

“You better.” I went to the small bathroom off of Sirena’s room and closed myself in.

He hesitated for a moment. “Has Sin been around?”

“Sin took care of her today when we had therapy. It went well. She seemed like she was happy. No issues with either Sin or Asylum, er, Mirage.”

“I see.”

“Sin is getting better.”

“Fuck him,” his words were bitter. “He pisses me off.”

“I think he wants her. Seriously. His attention was all on her today. He was barely able to hold a conversation with us.”

“He can want what he wants. Doesn’t mean he’ll get it.”

I sighed. I didn’t want to argue the fact. Time would sort it all out. I still had a bit of it to get over, and Church clearly did.

“And Asylum?” Church pressed. “Or Mirage. Whatever the fuck name he’s using now.”

“I don’t know. He wasn’t around today.”

Church grunted. “Just watch her. I think he means well, but he is fucking weird.”

I laughed at that. “I know.”

“OK. It’s late. I have to get up and kill people tomorrow. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Night,” I said.

“Go take care of our girl.” He disconnected the call, leaving me in silence.

I smiled down at the black screen, deciding to fuck with him.

I took a picture of my dick and sent it to him.

A moment later, he sent me a middle finger emoji with a laughing face.

I grinned at that, hoping it helped him relax, and cleaned up before returning to Ashes and Sirena.

They’d both fallen asleep, him still inside her, his dick beginning to finally soften. I chuckled softly at him and his cock warming before covering them with the blanket and sliding in beside them.

“Night, Malachi,” Ashes mumbled sleepily.

I twined my fingers with Sirena’s.

“Night, Asher."

MIRAGE

The night air was cold on my skin as I raced through the dark forest, my breath coming out in heavy white puffs. I ran and ran as if I could escape my demons. I was no fool. I was a demon.

I skidded to a halt at the edge of the woods and stared out at the dark, snow-covered cemetery before I made my way to the mausoleum and stared up at it, my white rabbit mask in place.

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