Page 69 of Monster's Obsession

"Why are we standing in this fucking room?" George growled.

I cocked my head, a little confused. I'd expected him to throw me through a window or something, not ask me a question. Before I could say anything, he went on. "Why aren’t we burning this entire city down trying to find her?"

"Find… Blake?" I asked hesitantly.

He shot me a look that told me how much he valued my intellect. "Of course, you idiot. We should be rounding everyone up and locking them away, tearing the city apart until we find her."

Well, this was…quite unexpected. I mean, you always hoped your demons would feel the same way as you did, but George was a wild horse. When Seven had told me what he’d done to Blake, I'd been a bit nervous that maybe he'd done it in an attempt to torture her. I wasn't going to tell Seven that, but I had made a vow to monitor them closely…if Seven ever let himself get close to her again.

George stalked towards the door,…and right then, it flew open, revealing Creed holding a slumbering Blake, Steele standing next to him, his gaze locked on Blake's gorgeous face like she was the only wonder in the world.

"Blake," I gasped, but before I could get to her, George was there, snarling and grabbing Blake from a shocked Creed’s grip. Steele moved to get her back, but Creed held up a hand. I was shocked when Steele actually listened to him.

Creed nodded his head respectfully at George, satisfying whatever George had been looking for. He held her tightly against him, his gaze darting around the room like any one of us was going to dart forward and steal her from him.

He reminded me of that creature in…what was the name of that human movie? Oh, right.Lord of the Rings. The gross Gollum creature that kept on saying “my precious”. That was exactly how George appeared right now.

"Mine," he rasped, one of his hands stroking her hair methodically.

I'm sure all of our faces looked identical. We didn't like that word coming out of his mouth. In our heads, we’d probably thought the word “mine” twenty-four-seven, even if it wasn't actually true.

George turned his back to us finally and went over to the bed. Instead of laying Blake down, he crawled up into the bed, keeping her in his arms. He hunched over her, rocking back and forth as he continued to play with her hair, his gaze flicking from her face to all of us.

"I'm not leaving her with him," snapped Steele.

"I'll stay and monitor the situation," I murmured, unable to look away from the scene on the bed.

Creed and Steele both seemed to think about that, and then they nodded and moved away. Creed practically pushed Steele out of the room and then, with one last look at Blake, and another to me with a warning in his gaze, he left the room.

And then it was just the three of us, George, Blake, and me. I walked over to the armchair Seven had abandoned earlier, and I sat down to take up watch. Everything in me wanted to scoop her out of his arms. My body was straining towards her, relief still flooding my veins.

She was actually here.

I wasn't sure if I was actually going to believe that all the way until I got to hold her. But I could sacrifice one more moment in time for my brother, just like I'd been doing since the moment he'd returned, a shell of the monster, when we were little children.

…

Blake

My eyes felt like there was glue holding them together. I'd been so exhausted from my sex fest that I'd fallen asleep despite the circumstances almost as soon as Creed had scooped me into his arms and left the cave.

I jumped when I realized I was somehow in Seven’s arms. And when I struggled to sit up, he wouldn't let me. His arms were wrapped around me, so tight that I could barely move an inch.

"Seven?" I asked, and he just growled in response.

"It's not him," came Ash’s voice. My gaze flicked over to the other side of the room, where Ash was perched in a blue velvet armchair, his gaze locked on the two of us.

"It isn't?" I asked, confused, until I glanced back at Seven and realized what he meant.

It was one of Seven’s alter egos holding me. One of his demons. And judging by the feral look on his face, it was the one I’d already been introduced to.

"Ash…a little help?" I squeaked when he gripped me even tighter.

"Mine," Seven growled, his gaze running across my features obsessively.

"I don't think the two of you got a chance to formally meet," Ash drawled, his tone one of nonchalance, even though I could see the tension in the way he was gripping the arms of the chair, like he was prepared to leap out of it at any moment and save me if I needed it. That made me feel a lot better about the situation.

"We met alright, but I wouldn't call it aformalmeeting."

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