Page 29 of Claimed By Fur and Fangs

"Yeah," I murmured, though my mind was elsewhere.

"There’s something I’ve been wondering, Amelia," she said slowly. "And I don’t know why I didn’t think of it sooner."

"What?" I turned to her, confused.

She hesitated again, then leaned forward, lowering her voice as if someone else might hear.

"How did Finn find out Aidan is a vampire? There’s no way on earth a normal human being would have suspected Aidan being a vampire. Something’s not right. It takes a monster to know another monster, don’t you think? "

"You think…" I swallowed hard. "You think Finn could be…" My pulse quickened.

"A supernatural being too?" Sienna finished, her voice barely above a whisper.

Chapter Eight

Finn

Istared at my reflection in my bar’s murky mirror, running my hands through my hair as the weight of tomorrow settled in my chest like a stone.

"I'm telling her," I said finally, my voice barely above a murmur.

Damon stopped swirling his whiskey, his keen brown eyes locking onto mine. He studied me in that unreadable way that always meant he thought I was making a mistake.

"About damn time," he smirked.

"So, you think I should?" I exhaled a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.

Damon set his glass down with a dull clink and leaned forward, resting his arms on the table.

"You really think lying to her forever is an option? Look, man, if you care about her and I know you do then she deserves the truth."

I nodded, gripping the edge of the table.

"Yeah… yeah, I know. But what if…" I hesitated, swallowing hard. "What if I lose her?"

Damon let out a low chuckle, shaking his head.

"You mean after you just threw Aidan under the bus and exposed his little undead secret?" He leaned back, smirking. "Yeah, that’s a real possibility."

"I didn’t have a choice, Damon. Amelia needed to know what she was dealing with," I clenched my jaw.

"Sure," Damon shrugged, but his gaze was piercing. "But from where I’m sitting, Aidan didn’t exactly attack her, did he? And now, after exposing his secret, you’re about to drop another supernatural bomb on her. Think she can handle it?" He tilted his head.

I sighed, rubbing my hands over my face.

"I don’t know, man. I just… I can’t keep lying to her. She’s already confused, already trying to process Aidan being a vampire. If I keep pretending to be just some normal guy while knowing damn well, I’m not…" I shook my head. "It’s going to destroy whatever trust she has left in me."

Damon studied me for a long moment, then nodded slowly.

"Then you tell her. You take her to dinner, look her in the eyes, and lay it all out. No games, no half-truths. You give her the full story."

"Yeah. That’s the plan, I exhaled, the tension in my chest loosening just a little.

"Good. Because if you didn’t, I was going to slap some sense into you myself," Damon smirked.

"Thanks for the support, man," I let out a tired chuckle, shaking my head.

"Always," he said simply, taking another sip of his drink. Then, after a beat, he narrowed his eyes. "There’s just one thing I still don’t get."

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