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T H I R T E E N : C O N N E C T I O N

A/N: Thoughts on last chapter?

Anyways I'm trying to work as fast as I can with the edits however right now I'm dealing with health issues so it's going slower than I'd like. Apologies to everyone that's currently waiting for chapter 51.

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T H I R T E E N : C O N N E C T I O N

K A T A R I N A

When I land on top of the building I originally portal from six blocks away from my loft, I immediately start sprinting. Not because I'm in a hurry to get home, but because my adrenaline is still pumping from what just happened. I just met the man from my dreams, the God who constantly comes every night to pleasure me into sweet bliss. The curly haired man with the faux hawk said my mystery man's name was Dante.

Dante. Why does that name sound so familiar?

Even yet, he's a demon. How did I not spot that before while at the club that night when I saw him. I suppose I was so caught up in his good looks and sex appeal that I didn't sense his demonic aura. However, he didn't seem malicious, not like he ones I've come against recently.

The part I'm still trying to grasp is how he knew who I was. All three of them did. I remember the look in the two others men's eyes when they pulled off my mask and saw my face for the first time. I'll never forget the shock in Dante's when he saw me. There was absolute shock but also an absurd amount of happiness.

I can still feel the tingling sensation his touch left behind when he touched my shoulder. When he spoke my name it sounded even better than in my dreams. And every time he called me baby, I wanted to melt into his arms and let him have me.

I'm so frustrated that I don't remember who he is. So I take it we had a relationship together before I lost my memories. Is he the same man my brother warned me about? The man that didn't save me and left me to die?

When I think back to Dante, I don't see it. I don't see an evil man. I didn't sense wickedness in his heart when he looked down at me. Instead I sensed sadness and loss.

Even so, I had to get out of there. I was so caught up in him and my emotions that I knew I'd do something I'd later regret. I didn't want to hurt him. I found myself wanting to embrace him and be swept away in his strong tattooed arms. The arms that my dreams gave no justice to. They're ten times better in person. Everything Dante, is better in person.

I bargained when I kissed him but I just couldn't help myself. If the other two guys wouldn't have been there, I probably would've done more than just a kiss. I would've begged and pleaded for him to take me right then and there. When our lips collided, I felt a surge of energy I have never felt in the last five months. It felt familiar but I can't remember when I felt it. It had to have been before my memory loss.

Curse my brother for taking them away from me. I'll never forgive him for that. It's not like he did it for my own good. No, it was to mold me into his own perception of who I should be.

As I climb down the fire escape towards my loft, I can't help but smile as I think about that kiss. When he kissed me back, I felt his passion and desire for me. I thought about letting him move his arms so I could feel what they felt like wrapped around me. To have his hands in my hair as he pulled me in closer. I touch my lips one last time before climbing through the window. I can't wait to tell Skye about this. She'll get a kick that I met Mr. Hottie from the club and that I knew him from before.