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home, I will still be in town. Now that the vampires have gotten themselves involved in the outcome of these talks, its more important than ever that we finish them.”
“I’ve never been known to give in to threats.” Dom explained, her voice growing steadily braver.
“Let them bring it on. I’ll strengthen the protection spells and target some toward vampires.”
“The shifters might just have found a common enemy to defend against. It might get them a little more eager to talk.” He seemed very confident in his plan. “Perhaps I can talk them into listening to me now that the vampires are sticking their little pointy teeth into this.” He practically spat the word vampire, and she got her first taste of the distrust and outright hatred between both of the groups.
“You need to leave town. They’re not going to stop trying to hurt you. They don’t want these things to happen.” Dom felt the panic starting to well up in her throat. She wanted to keep him safe and as long as he was here, she wasn’t sure if her protections would hold.
“I’m not leaving. My people need me and I’m not going to abandon them, especially now that I know that there are vampires involved.”
“You can’t protect them if you’re dead.” Dom’s retort echoed into her ears, full of possibilities she didn’t want to face. It was a fact that now that he had found his way into her life, she didn’t want him to be out of it forever.
“That’s not true. The vampires aren’t going to kill me. They’re not that stupid.” He scoffed at the possibility of his own demise.
“Right.” Dom agreed. “That would just make you a martyr and they don’t want that to happen. Your death would greatly expedite the peace talks.” They both laughed.
“It’s not like they could get past your amazing defenses anyway.” He added.
Dom remembered how quickly he had arrived. “I thought you were meeting with both groups today.” She reminded him.
“I heard about what happened during a break. I explained it to the shifters and they understood. For some reason, they might think that you’re my mate.” The hint wasn’t very subtle.
“Did you tell them I was your mate?” Dom scoffed, her voice was filled with incredulity. “I can’t believe that you would do something like that.”
“I didn’t tell them.” Gregor put his hands up again, surrendering to her symbolically. “When they saw how worried I was, they assumed that you were my mate. I just let them assume.”
“You didn’t correct them?” Dom stomped, her shoulders back and her eyes wild with rage.
“I didn’t have time to correct them. I was trying to get to you.” He looked hopeful that she would believe him.
“Do you consider me your mate?” Dom hit him with the hard question. She knew that she was hitting him in a tough spot, but she wanted the answer so she was willing to fight a little dirty.
She still wasn’t sure how she would feel about the answer either way.
It was Gregor’s turn to stumble over his responses. He didn’t know how to respond to it so he stuttered for a few moments trying to recover. It took him a few minutes to formulate the thoughts that he was trying to put into words. He was afraid that if he said too much, she would run away, she would make him leave. “I just wanted to make sure that you’re safe.” He finally got the words out. “If that impression let them understand my needs at the moment, I let it happen. I’m sorry if it hurt you, but would it really be that bad?”
“I- I don’t know.” Dom kept her stance while she thought about it.
“I want to be near you. Let me stay with you, we don’t have to make any decisions right now, plus you’re cute when you’re angry.” He tried to find a compromise with her frustration.
“Fine you can stay, but you need to give me some time to adjust. It would make my situation a