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finish eating and without a
word begin picking up the broken glass and food from the floor. We
work in tandem like we’ve done it before. I can’t help but inhale
his scent when he leans close. My wolf lets me know she wants him.
She’s resting on her haunches ready to pounce. She’s never been
this irritatingly persistent and I can’t help wondering if it’s
because she knows he’s at the top of the food chain. Vampires are
the deadliest beings on earth. Dmitri told me a short while ago
that a dragon, in his natural form, is deadlier. It’s hard to
believe after seeing Sarn in such a bad condition for so
long.
    “ Do you want me to trim you
hair?” bursts from my mouth as soon as we’ve finished cleaning up.
I don’t want to leave and it’s all I can think of to keep me here
longer.
    Sarn’s hand goes to the unruly
strands. His expression lets me know he’s about to object. Before
he can tell me to leave, I continue. “Friendship, that’s all I ask.
Truthfully, I don’t want anything more. I could really use a
friend.” Liar, liar pants on fire. We both want the other. If I can
smell his arousal, he can smell mine. I don’t care. I do need a
friend and in that I’m not lying.
    He shrugs. “Are there scissors
available or will you hack it off with a blade?”
    I can tell from the way he says it
that he doesn’t really care which I use. So like a man. “There are
scissors in the bathroom drawer. I’ll grab a chair while you soak
your head under the water again.”
    He does exactly as I ask.
This is a surprise because I know he doesn’t take direction well,
which is a complete understatement. I watched him for far too long
while I worked behind the bar at the nightclub. Many of the other
women in the nightclub watched him too. It was something about his
cold stare and his “I don’t give a fuck” attitude that had women
flocking to him. Being gorgeous didn’t hurt either. He never
offered to help the bear shifters at closing, just sat at what
became known as his table. Some internal clock would finally signal that he
needed to get up and stumble to his room. He’d take a bottle of
whiskey with him while looking entirely devoid of emotion. He hid
his sadness and anger behind solid walls most of the
time.
    Then there were the nights that his
demons took over. He’d pick fights by making passes at women who
obviously brought dates. Those were the worst nights. Humans
visited the club and beastkind had to tone down their superhuman
strength when dealing with Sarn. He was too drunk to care and had
to be brought down quickly, usually by three or four bouncers.
Staying away from the dragon at those times was next to impossible.
I wanted so badly to soothe his pain.
    In the hours before the nightclub
closed for the evening and he wasn’t too drunk, he held court at
his table. Women sat on his lap, leaned against him, or ran their
hands over his shirt and arms. I followed those female hands as
they dipped below the table and I knew exactly when they were
touching more than his shirt. I wanted to sever fingers at this
point, but I could never look away. He didn’t encourage the women,
but my heart broke a little more each time he stood up, took one of
their hands, and led them toward his room. The night I opened his
bedroom door, I’d missed seeing him leave but knew he had been
drinking heavily. I was worried and went to check on him. Seeing
him disappear with women was one thing. Seeing him in bed with two
of them was entirely another.
    I was devastated and at the same time
too angry to be around. I took the next two nights off work and
went to my cabin in the bear territory. I shifted to wolf and
wandered through the forest for almost forty-eight hours and let
her have the lead. I learned early in life that I had to try and
hold back my wildness. Shifting to wolf and staying in beastkind
form was the only way I could control myself. I have no idea how my
parents put up with me. Aside from my wolf