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Scott eyed Christa with a look that spoke volumes. He was clearly pissed off as he shook off her touch. “Of course not.” He glanced away, looking very shifty.

“What’s wrong with you?” Christa tapped on Scott’s forearm, bringing his attention back to her.

“Nothing,” he snapped back, then visibly took a breath, adding to Christa’s belief that something had happened between Scott and the bear. Could it be…another blissful connection?

“Your demon side giving you a hard time?” she questioned after a minute of watching Scott.

He met her gaze. “Yes.”

“I feel you.” Christa looked out the car window. “They don’t always see that life isn’t just black and white, that decisions come in an entire spectrum of colors that can make it hard to find the right fit.”

“Life can be more shades than we can fathom, yes.”

She didn’t turn to look at him as she nodded. “Absolutely true,” she murmured quietly. “Then why can’t others see that?”

Because you need to show with actions that Wanda has nothing to fear from us. Talk to her about what troubles her and go seek an audience with the king. I know she wants us. You can scent how much she wants us. Her trees are showing you this. She showed you this last night.

She had scented her… the trees…

The night before, the dreams were so vivid. When Wanda lay in the hollow of her trees, their branches touched Christa as intimately as Wanda. Her heart beat faster at what the trees encouraged her to do.

The car slowed as they entered a rutted road that led to the drop off place that Christa had come to twice before when visiting Dakata. The engine died, but Christa didn’t move from her position as she considered how to make her next move.

She’s scared, we can show her she has nothing to fear from us. You’ve never given up on anything in your life, so why would you not fight for the most important thing in it?

I want to,Christa argued back, paying no attention to Scott, who she could feel was staring at her.Our blissful one is frightened.

Yes, and as I said, a visit to the king will fix that.

“Are you okay?” Scott’s question held all the elements of someone who was really uncomfortable asking something so personal. He kept his thoughts and feelings hidden behind a wall, always.

She didn’t look at him as she reached for the door handle. “We’ll see.” With that, she took a steadying breath and got out of the car.

Christa gave herself a moment to get her bearings. She had no desire to use her demon powers and freak Wanda out by just appearing, if she was outside her trees.

Hearing the car door shut, she turned to see Scott’s nose wrinkle. Much like she’d seen Dakata when he was on a rampage, Christa was stunned by Scott's behavior as his demon emerged. She couldn’t look away at the sound of his suit ripping at the seams.

Then, a pale blue demon, shredded clothes flapping around his body, his cock slapping about wildly of his thighs, rampaged off through the forest calling, “George, my honey bear, call to me ifyou can. I’m coming and I’ll rip apart those who took you from us. I swear.”

For a moment, her own problems melted away as she grinned and watched Scott’s pale blue ass disappear through the trees, trampling plants underfoot in his haste. “I never knew you had it in you, Scott.”

Chapter Eleven

Wanda

Sitting in the sunlight, enjoying her fruit juice, Wanda did her best to set aside the concerns troubling her, hoping Christamight come to the forest. As the day dragged on, she could only surmise her wish had not been granted.

The glass sat against her lips as another thought popped into her head.Had Christa decided she wasn’t worth the trouble?

You’re being silly.A branch ran over her ankle and gave it a little tug.

Am I? I’ve waited all day and nothing has happened.

Did she sound as miffed at the thought as she felt? It was wrong, when she was the one who had turned Christa away. Did that help? Not really. Her body felt ripe. Needy.

It was unnerving when all she had to do was imagine the feeling of Christa’s silky skin sliding against hers to make her blood pump fast through her veins. Make her clit throb.

She has a job, does she not? Human responsibilities, no?

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