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Quinn was tied upright on the bed, the same way she had been in the interrogation room, the chalk mark still on her forehead. His first instinct was to run to her, gather her in his arms and hug her till she felt imprinted on his skin but as if predicting the thought in his mind, the healer slowly intertwined her hands in his and gave him an assuring nod. Finn pushed the door wider and they stepped in at the same time the middle aged memory reader stood up and gave a slight bow before moving to step out. “Stay.” He ordered and the man moved backwards to his previous position. He couldn't trust himself not to be a fool around her so he needed one extra subject to stay. “I need to search her memories.” He turned towards Finn who now stood by his right hand side, his eyes solely on the unconscious Quinn. “You can't.” Damon turned to glare at Finn who looked away instantly before saying, “you'll have to have her awake for that and we can't risk it.” “How then do we get information

Madame Comfort had a dagger against Quinn’s forehead. Damon was the first to jump to his feet. “No!” He yelled, his hand outstretched.His wolf was beginning to prance against the walls of his mind, his skin prickling. “You can't do that to her!” Finn moved forward, gently pushed the healer aside and grabbed the snarling Quinn by the arm. Digging his hand through his pocket, he brought out a red amulet. Looking at it with his mouth moving, he turned towards Damon and said, “Catch!” His voice was scratchy and his eyes swollen. Damon stretched out his hands.“Over there…” He pointed his chin to the side.“Get an empty vial, fill it with your blood and tie it to the amulet.” “What?” Damon blinked, stunned but Finn's swollen face was already turned away. He opened his mouth to question but the hisses of pain from Finn stopped him cold. With the help of the healer, they rummaged through the table, the now bloodied pile of books and his cupboards till they heard a clinking sound f

He stared at her, his heart ripping over afresh. At this point, he could just hold out his dripping heart, stare at it and find holes poked through them.It's been five days since he woke up, five good days since she clung to him and refused to let go. Five days since he had to reintroduce himself afresh to her every single time and stand at the edge not knowing if he should be happy that she couldn't remember a thing because then he would get to live the daydream with her. Or sad because she would remember and start to hate him all over again. “You plan to leave me.” She said, sinking back into the bed and away from him. He wanted to tell her that he would never leave her, he would never leave her for anything in the world. He would never leave her, but she would leave him. He watched her start to cry, her palms covering her face as her shoulders shook. She didn't know that the moment she got even if it was a fracture of her memory back, the look in her eyes would change. The

Shutting the door behind him, he turned to glare at them. For fuck’s sake! He was about to go crazy for the umpteenth time already. “Lose it!” He hissed through clenched teeth at the face of Irene who just stared back nonchalantly at him. His frustration lessened a little with the thought that he might actually be taking this out on the actual owner of the body and not Finn. That fucker had pulled that up once and he didn't know what to do after that.“I know she is your mate but you don't have to get used to it.” He started, shutting his eyes from the rising frustration building up in his chest. It wasn't until yesterday that he found out that Finn could actually use his own voice and not Irene's. And just now he pulled it up again.He was about to scream into the walls, already imagining himself pulling that stainless flowing white hair. “I wasn't getting used to it.” He rebuffed. An eyebrow arched at him, the mouth twisting to the side in doubt. “From my prediction…” The

They were seated outdoors in something he would describe as Iris' secret garden.He didn't need it, he could heal on his own but Finn had encouraged him to take the ice pack Iris offered. Now he sagged against the recliner, the ice park rolling against the bruises on his face as Iris looked apologetically at him.He didn't need that face so he shut his eyes, deciding to be out of the conversation.“What is the meaning of all these?” Theodore asked hesitantly.“Ask Damon.” Finn threw the question back and Damon almost flung the ice pack at his Beta. What was wrong with Finn and being after his peace of mind. He opened his eyes to see all eyes looking at him.Two can play the game.“Ask Finn.” He threw back and at Finn's raised brows, he sighed. “Finn died from being poisoned so he stole Irene's body.” He deadpanned and blinked back at them when they blinked at his words. “What!?” Iris was the first to scream, jumping off her chair in shock to take a good look at Irene's face. “Fi