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was just that sick with worry.
                  The other person in the room had been forgotten.  So when I reached up and cleaned his lip with my finger, and let it linger there long enough for Cas to focus on me, I didn’t hear the first time he cleared his throat, or notice the way I’d leaned onto Cas with all my weight.
                  “Sis, can I go now.”
                  Oh!  “Szar.  Sorry you had to see that.  I hadn’t seen it myself.  He has never “bottomed out” like that before where he didn't just go get him a drink himself.”  I felt like I was with a diabetic.
                  “He has and I’ve done the same act, just not in the way you performed it.”  Szar wasn’t grinning, he was more like in some kind of shock.  “Sis, he’s never let anyone do that.”
                  What exactly?  Should I even ask?  At least I know now he'd been with Cas in instances like this or at least heard about them.
                  “You were awfully close to letting him—never mind.”  Szar flew his hands above his head, leaving one on the back of his neck.  “I will give you two a minute if you don’t need me.”  He stormed out the doors letting them flap in and out twice before stopping.
                  “We will be fine," I said but he never heard.
                  I turned back to Cas when my brother was out of earshot. 
                  “Are you okay?”
                  He was mostly coherent again, flaring his nostrils.  He held his nose to the air like he did on some occasions.  I attributed it to his predator like instincts to the awareness of who was near him.  At the times he ate, blood of various types from varying places, he seemed to reacquaint the scents around him when they were being mixed with others.  I just never asked for fear he might see me as a sudden buffet.
                  I was fine now, but my head still swam with confusion.  Like a whirlpool of haze. 
                  “You just...fed me.”  He looked stunned.
                  “So!” I was offended.
                  “You are okay with that?” he questioned like he was in horror, holding my gaze at length.
                  “Yeah.  Why not?  I kiss that mouth, why not feed it?”
                  He grinned, school boyish and starkly different than five heartbeats before.  “You are amazing on so many levels.”
                  “Thought we got that part straight in the beginning?” I grinned with him.
                  He chuckled aloud feeling better.  His hands flexed before wrapping around me.
                  “I love you, Anastacia.”
                  “Ditto V boy.”  I know we don’t say it enough.
                  V boy?
                  You call me a cat!  I have the right to nickname you a few times over.
                  He shrugged his head at me.  “You were weak too.  Did you notice?”
                  “Oh, yeah.  I was starving one minute and not the next.  Weak...too weak, then powered up.  What do you think it means?”
                  “That we are farther held together in other ways and it made us...”
                  I finished, “melded together somehow.” 
                  He nodded.  He frowned.  Then, he smiled.  Huge.  “I like.”
                  Smug was his finest trait on that gorgeous face.  “I’m sure you do.”
                  “Oh, just think of the possibilities,” the feral look he sometimes got shot across his face though usually it was in a moment of PROTECT STACE mode.  This was a far different situation.  His mind showed me too graphically what those possibilities might