The Demon and His Plaything

18| What's next?

Godrick stood up straight as Samantha and Derek emerged from the cabin. He and Grim had settled to lean against the car, giving the Wolves the space they needed

He raised his eyebrow a fraction as a question. Samantha only gave him a small smile. He figured that meant she was okay.

"What now?" Grim asked.

Derek and Samantha looked at each other. Samantha spoke. "I guess we should be going home..."

"And do what exactly?" Godrick took a step towards her, he hesitated then thought, what the fuck, and took her hand. He could feel the male Wolf's eyes on him. "What are you going to do when you're back at home? Confront them? Pretend you don't know?"

Samantha shook her head tiredly. "I don't know."

"Let's go get a drink. We can strategise," Grim suggested.

Godrick looked between the two werewolves. "I don't suppose you have shoes in that tiny backpack of yours."

Samantha shook her head and looked back at Derek. "What do you want to do?"

"I don't know what I'll say to my dad yet but... A drink would be good."

They drove in silence into the city, heading to Godricks place. He had a moment to think how strange it was that she was finally coming over and it was with her fiance–maybe fiance. He wasn't sure yet what was going on there.

He let them in. His apartment was neat, a lot of dark colours and wood. He saw Samantha look around with interest.

"I'll grab us some drinks," Godrick said it in a way he hoped Samantha would come to the kitchen with him.

"Godrick, grab that whiskey I got you," Grim said as he guided Derek through the apartment. "There's a really good view from the balcony, let me show you." He was a great wingman.

The two wolves glanced at each other before following each individual demon.

As soon as they rounded the corner of the kitchen Godrick opened his arms and she threw herself in them. He held her with her head tucked under his chin. "You okay?"

"I don't know. This is all so..."

He hooked a finger under her chin, lifting her face and gently touched his lips to hers. He waited to make sure she wanted a kiss from him. She opened her mouth to him, surrendering to his mouth. He felt his want for her surge through him.

His hand snaked behind her neck, grasping her. She gave a little cry of pain and he pulled back confused. He pushed her hair and saw the dying bruise around the back of her neck and around his mark.

He inhaled sharply. "Who did that?" He couldn't help the sharpness in his voice.

"Don't worry," she said self-consciously. She rubbed her forearm absentmindedly and he grabbed her arm, pushing her sleeve up, revealing the scabbed over bite mark, also bruised to yellow as it healed.

"Jesus Christ! Did he do that?"

They could hear the sliding door being roughly opened as Derek came rushing in, having heard raised voices.

"You do this?" He stalked towards the male Wolf. He had no idea what he'd do when he got to him, he had no chance against a Werewolf but he wasn't thinking straight.

"Godrick!" Samantha cried out, catching up with him and grabbing his arm. "It's okay. It was a–wolf thing."

Godrick hesitated when he saw the look on Derek's face. Derek was ashamed and it made Godrick halt in his advance. He glanced back at Samantha, not disguising the hurt concern on his face.