Chapter 121. Gratitude

Aakifahlynn wondered what the hell had just happened; one minute, she was frantically undressing, and the next, she was being attacked. Goddess, there were three of them. She was thankful that Demarion came when he did.

How does he always know when she is distressed? She watched him closely.

"Are you alright?" Aakifahlynn asked, snapping Demarion out of his bloodlust. She ran to him and touched his cheek gently. He had gotten a small cut, so she healed it.

While Demarion looked her over, touching the slight bruising he saw on her arms caused by that bastard that handled her. He stumped hard on the man's head; it was overkill.

Now that Aakifahlynn and Demarion were satisfied that the other was just fine, "I don't want you staying here tonight," Demarion stated. Still holding her arms, his hand moved up to her shoulders. He was readying himself to plead with her and beg her to listen to reason, but to his surprise, Aakifahlynn said, "I know."

Then he