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MATURE CONTENT AGAIN GUYS, SORRY! IF YA NOT INTO THAT KIND OF STUFF, I'LL PUT ASTERISKS WHERE IT STARTS, THIS CHAPTER IS IMPORTANT TO THE STORY SO IF YOU WANNA KEEP UP YOU'LL HAVE TO READ IT, BUT DO NOT NEED TO READ THE SEXUAL CONTENT TO UNDERSTAND IT.

Pretend for a second you were in my shoes, that you were looking through my eyes. That's how you could justify my actions, my every thought. That's how you would see sense in what I had Cassandra do, because you would understand my need to protect her from me, to protect Mia from falling into a fate so many others have.

So as I sat on the bar stool shamlessly drinking Chuck's alcohol. I felt no regret, no guilt, nothing. All I felt is empty. That's all I allowed myself to feel. I could feel his eyes on me though, concerned that I might explode. The guy had known me for the better half of a week and he could already read me like a book. Most of me anyways, I wasn't as transparent as he thought I was. In actual fact, he only saw what I allowed him to see. Years of masking my emotions had enabled me to blend certain ones to make them more believable. Anger and sorrow, happiness and peace, they come together and convince your onlookers of what they want to see. 

Chuck wanted to see a heart broken girl with no ambitions and torn apart beyond repair. It's not because he wants that for me, but it's his expectation from me after what I had done. He got what he wanted, I showed him what he wanted to see. But that was just the exterior. Inside, my heart was even, my palms were dry and I felt mellow. There was no angst, no nerves, just calm and collected.

"I see the telltale signs of a meltdown." Chuck approached with a handsome smirk and I cocked a brow.

"I see the telltale signs of a nosy asshole who can't mind his own business." I said in a sing-song voice, sweet enough for him to know it was fake.

"There's a hunter in here, you know?" Chuck peered over my shoulder but there was no need, I had smelt and seen the hunter approach before the hunter herself even located me. "You sure you want to be sitting here?"

"If a hunter was going to kill me, they would have done that by now." I looked behind my back and caught her eyes. "Besides," I turned back to Chuck with a suggestive raised brow. "This one likes me, you could say I'm her favourite prey."

"You don't even give me a chance with these women." Chuck groaned as I lifted myself from my seat and ushered him to join me.

We both perched ourselves on seats on either side of Jayda, her glistening blue eyes suddenly alert and her hand going to the gun resting in its holster on her hip.

"Oh sweetie," I purred in her ear. "We both know that's pointless, remember?"

"What happened to your friend from the other night?" Jayda turned to me, her voice holding a newfound confidence. "Get bored of her already."

"Trying to keep her under the radar, I know you trigger-happy hunters would do just about anything to hurt me." I sat back and watched her reaction but she masked it well. "They've been training you harder, making you more resistent of me."

"I'm glad." She replied, her eyes scanning my face before landing her eyes on Chuck's. "Are you going to introduce me to your friend?"

"Are you going to kill my friend?" I countered.

"Has he killed anyone?" 

"Honey, we're supernatural hooligans, of course he has." I smirked. "But so have you. Recently as well. That's why you're so hardened up, they made you kill one of ours."

"I did what I had to do." She shrugged casually. "You would have done the same." She smirked. "So, no introductions?"

"His name's Chuck." I leaned forward so my lip ran over her ear. "And if I find a single scratch on him, I will hold you personally responsible," I started getting up, allowing Chuck to finally have his chance. "Unless he wanted you to of course."