Page 15 of Flying Blind

“Great.” She sighed. “How many?”

“On average a single child from records. Demons tend to create a new link when they want to continue.”

“Oh, so the mates die.”

He sighed. “They tend to, yes. I am determined to get you through whatever happens. I have access to healers, a dragon, and two other demons who aren’t burning to destroy you in childbirth.”

“What is in it for you then?”

“Power. Through you, we all share energy. That energy will enable us to do more for our legion.”

“So, what is the end goal here?”

He paused. “Feel the completion of being the unit we were created to be by whatever creates alternative alphas to begin with.”

She nodded. “That both sucks and blows.”

Emma laughed.

“Yes, but the crime has been committed; we just need to mitigate the circumstances and reshape your future to something positive.”

“How altruistic of you.”

He chuckled. “So, in an effort to curtail disaster, I would like to take you out on a date. Tomorrow? Lunch?”

“Uh, I have a rehearsal tomorrow at Ford’s.”

“After the rehearsal?”

“Um, sure?”

He kissed her wrist and said, “I will pick you up from Ford’s.”

“All right. I need your number.”

He chuckled. “Where is your phone?”

“Uh, in my room?”

“Can you go get it?”

“Yeah, but I may sit on you when I get back. I am not kidding about the fact that you are a black hole.”

“Thank you. I will consider it a compliment.” He chuckled and said, “I will be here in the same position when you return.”

She nodded, stood, and then slowly pulled her hand away from his. The moment contact was broken, he was gone. She sighed and walked through the house, dodging the footstool that wasn’t supposed to be there and heading for her room.

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Emma looked at hergrandson. “You are sure about this? I don’t want you trifling with her.”

“I don’t want to trifle with her, but I need to let her know she isn’t alone, and she can call on someone other than you for support. I am also trying to let her know what will happen and why the first attack happened. I am guessing that she had no clue, and there aren’t many of my kind in the world, maybe six or eight more. Getting any of us into a triad is nearly impossible.”

“Where is your second?”

“At a winery outside the city. He is also a blacksmith, so he keeps his focus on shaping and weaving metal for movies and videos.” He chuckled. “He also has family.”

Emma scowled. “A wife and kids?”

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