It was official.
I was a Son down bad for his Fawn.
It was like my heart had cracked open and spilled every feeling I had for Blair.
For years, I’d mocked the Sons who fell for their Fawns.
Called them desperate fuckers who couldn’t control their emotions.
But I learned that was what love was. An uncontrollable emotion.
It sucked that for once—and it was limited with us Marchettis—I was wrong. Tragic, if it wasn’t for a good reason.
I watched Blair shrug her black Saint Vale blazer on over my button-up shirt. Every time she wore my clothes, my mouth watered. Hell, every time I looked at her, it did.
“Are you sure you’re ready to go out?” she asked as I pulled on my boots. “You can rest for a few more days.”
I stood from the couch and kissed the top of her head. “My Fawn needs to get out and have some fun.”
She waggled her finger at me, looking cute as fuck. “You’d better take it easy down there then. No guns, fighting, or any of that wild stuff you Sons like to do.”
I pressed a hand to my chest as my lips tried and failed to form an innocent smile. “Who, me? Never.”
Her cheeks blushed as she grinned. I took her hand as we left the room and walked downstairs to the vestibule.
This time, I wanted everyone to see Blair was mine.
Not just at Saint Vale. Every-fucking-where.
We passed Arisono, and it took every bit of self control not to flip her off. She could’ve saved me a lot of time and a bullet wound if she’d just told me that Blair’sstepfatherwas the vice president.
When I’d asked Blair why she called him that, she’d said that was what he’d instructed her to do. It was also less embarrassing than admitting her mom was screwing a married man.
Outside, a trace of the sun hit our skin. She chatted on our walk to the greenhouse, sharing more about her life.
I’d never cared for small talk before, but I liked it with Blair. Every new thing I learned about her hit me like a shot of adrenaline.
Learning about someone you truly cared about, about someone you loved, was its own personal drug. I wanted to pry her brain open to see all her loves, so I could give them to her. Then I wanted to find her fears and destroy them.
We entered the greenhouse, and I saluted Dr. Melro, the university’s botany professor. He was one of the few chill professors here. A former Son, he’d been given the job to watch those who came and went through the Devil’s Lair and the tunnels.
On our way to the back, I plucked a rose and caught Blair’s hand to twirl her around. I tucked the stem behind her ear, pushing her hair back as I did.
She clasped her hand over mine, and her smile was a comfort I never knew I needed.
I motioned for her to go inside. “After you.”
She glanced at me, still smiling, and I scanned my badge. Any argument that Fawns weren’t allowed in the Devil’s Lair was gone. Blair could come and go whenever she pleased.
In fact, I was making it a new rule that any Fawn could.
Look at me. A champion for Fawn rights.
She tried to stop me from taking the stairs first, but I gently nudged her ahead before dropping down after her and skipping the last three steps.
I immediately realized that was a mistake. I’d probably broken a stitch.
Oh well.
