As soon as Damien stepped out into the yard and saw her laying out in the sun he knew this would not be an easy conversation. Never the less he steeled himself as he walked towards her, not too fast however to give the best chance that he didn't startle her.

Meanwhile, Skryra was barely aware of anything but her thoughts. Dark and murky, she tried her damnedest to push away the confusing feelings that bitch had left seared into her mind, but they refused to go away. The only solace she could find was the warmth of both the sun on her body, and the friction of the rough striking wheel on her lighter. The very same lighter that sent her life spiraling twists this very moment.

Many people had tried to take it away from her, but she always got it back, it was her center, her grounding point, it didn't matter what they tried to tell her. The warmth of the sparks and the cool metal on the outside was constant, unflinching to her always shifting life.

As her eyes threatened to close for a restless sun coma, she snapped up at hearing him. She quickly rolled over and shot to her feet seeing him above her and tried to relax but felt so tense, just seeing him always made her feel far too much.

His 6'8" frame, all sculpted muscle, smell of hei simple sporty shampoo, and those hells dammed eyes. One a shinning sapphire, one made of liquid gold, they bored into her with the same intensity as the day the agency assigned her to be his partner, making her stomach tense and heat spill down her legs. She noted the ever present kelpie hood, a mirror to the minotaur tail she kept from her pack days, each of their first kills.

For a terrible few breaths, he said nothing and simply looked at her. She tried to keep her breathing level as his eyes seemed to scour her body. He would never tell her but he was always looking for new wounds, mainly burns, as he had read in her file when she was first picked up of her past years being locked up in a psych ward, before the agency has brought her in.

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He cleared his throat, and she watched the was his body moved, how the smashed silver bullet around his neck caught the afternoon sun, as he asked her plain and simple, "Why did you provoke her?".

She snorted, of course you'd take her side, she thought, but she tried her best to keep her voice level, " She was pissing me off", this earned her a sigh and him dragging his hand over his face in frustration, "You know damn well that you can't just start fights, especially in the house, you're smarter than that. So, I'm going to ask again, why?". His voice rumbled and she could hear the threat of a growl forming in the back of his throat, making her feel even worse.

Skryra looked away, trying not to damn herself as she took a breath, "She was all over you, hogging interrupting you while you were working...". He sighed again, "You started a fight with her just because she was taking to me while I was working? Skry I just can't believe that's your reasoning, I get that she's a vampire and it's in our blood to mistrust them, but that's still not enough for a reaction like that, even from you".

Her eyes dilated at that pet name nickname, but he continued on, "I already told her off for going after you like that, because that was a low blow by far, and she's already paying for it just from a drop or two your blood, but still, if you two aren't gonna get along that's going to make life hell for all of us. You need to apologize to her".

Skryra gaped at him as if he had just stabbed her in the heart. Her? Apologize to her? Had this fucking bitch dug her claws so far into him that she permanently fucked his brain? Before she could even retort he held his hand up, his voice set harder than granite, "I know what your going to say, don't argue with me right now pup".

With the last of her dignity torn from her, he walked away back toward the house, not even sparing her a glace. She stood too stunned to do anything, before trudging inside after him and straight up to her room, slamming the door before throwing herself in the bed and trying to sleep away the wetness in her eyes.