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assigned him. He’d have called the coincidence luck if not for how he’d found the bastard. With his fucking hands on Belle and Belle pinned, defeated, to the floor beneath sharpened claws of dark energy. Like he was some kind of animal on the outside, too. Kai had seen the fear on Belle’s face, and the next thing he remembered was standing over her, shielding her with his sword instead of swinging it into the bastard’s leering face.
    Rather damaged, leering face. Belle had at least gotten some good shots in. And that was probably exactly what had enraged Creed enough to nearly get caught. If Kai had been a little more impartial, like he pretended to be, he might actually have managed to kill the bastard finally. But he’d opted to focus on getting Creed off her instead. If the demon had managed to kill her, or even slice her… Kai wasn’t willing to venture down that road. Though it was safe to say he no longer doubted that his secret would go flying.
    If the afternoon had taught him anything, it was that he absolutely, without a doubt, and beyond all reason, still loved Belle. After ninety-three years and lying words he could never take back if he tried.
    “Kai?”
    Belle’s voice called him out of his depressing thoughts, and he glanced over his shoulder, hoping to seem only mildly curious.
    “You look like you wanna explode,” Gwen offered, her voice subdued.
    Belle more calmly added, “It’s making her uncomfortable. Could you go back to pacing the hotel or something?”
    Making her uncomfortable? He nearly scoffed aloud. “Sorry,” he said instead, moving to lean against the corner again. “Last time I did that, Creed and a group of cronies attacked.”
    “Who’s Creed?” Gwen asked.
    Almost simultaneously, Belle’s eyes widened, and she asked, “That was Creed?”
    Kai inclined his head. “Yes. He’s a powerful demon. Rumored to be a blood descendant of Satan himself.”
    Gwen shuddered despite Belle’s softly glowing palm on her forehead. “Ugh, I have the bastard grandson of Satan on my ass? How did I get so lucky?” The last was said with an understandable layer of sarcasm.
    “I doubt he’s so directly related,” Kai offered. “Our theory is that he’s more of a distant nephew.”
    “Does it matter?” Belle asked. “He’s way stronger than he looks.” Her shoulders tensed as though in an attempt to suppress a shudder and again Kai’s mind replayed the image of her laying vulnerable and trapped beneath his enemy.
    Maybe he should just say fuck it all and dive into Hell to kill the bastard already. Surely he could survive long enough to do that if he held onto his anger.
    “Kai, would you please fix our door?” Belle asked after a stretch of silence. She retrieved her hands and turned a lone raised brow at him, but this time the scalding glare she liked to throw at him was missing. “We can’t sleep with a broken front door, and I intend to take a shower while Gwen rests.”
    Well, if ever there was an image he could use to fight off the one with Creed… Kai straightened and moved forward, grabbing the destroyed door and hauling it up to its frame easily. He smoothed his hand down the back of it, and the damage popped itself out as if it had never happened. Splintered fragments pulled back into place in the space of a second, and he latched it closed once more. Then he turned and rested his back on it. “Better?”
    Belle rewarded him with a small smile. “Thank you.” Then she stood and looked down at Gwen. “If you need anything, ask Kai. You should rest until we figure out dinner, okay?”
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    “You do not love him,” Belle whispered to herself as she stood beneath the hot water of the hotel shower. Hearing the words said out loud didn’t seem to convince all of her, however. Don’t forget how it ended before. She couldn’t. No matter how long she lived, no matter if she ever fell in love again. She would never forget that final day.
    She’d been so happy