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I'm curious to know what they're watching, so I go over to them, and I'm stunned to see an explicit video of Lucas receiving oral sex from a girl. "What a whore!" Toby says as they laugh at her. "Was she even a virgin?" Max asks Lucas. "I'm convinced she was a sex worker," Lucas responds, and they all burst out into laughter. I don't like the video, so I walk away. "Hey, where are you going?" Lucas ask. "Lunch," I say as I'm still walking. "Wait for us," says Lucas. *** Lucas was showing the video around the table while we were having lunch, and I was angry.

As he gave me a curious expression, I wrapped my arms around his neck and then kissed him once more. He smiled against my lips. “I could get used to this.” “Me, too,” I told him. I was used to it already, and couldn’t get enough. Eventually, though, we had to part. Liam went to change while I headed to the living room to turn on channel 22. Craig was there, still recounting the evening news. They hadn’t switched into the longer segments yet. Craig was in his on-camera persona. I frowned at him, knowing the kind of jerk he was underneath the façade. How many people he fooled each night with a good camera presence!

Aria catches it — she has always caught things like that, the specific frequency of when someone is trying not to react — and she turns to him with the raised eyebrow of someone sharing a private assessment. “She does that every week,” Aria says to him. Conversational. Comfortable. The easy warmth of a girl explaining the rules of a world she has grown up inside. “He always believes it’ll be fifteen minutes. She always knows better. Uncle Adrian is the only one she trusts to deliver the correction.” “Because he uses the voice,” Marcus says. “Because he uses the voice,” she agrees. Uncle Adrian. By the time Marcus starts on the zoning dispute, I have had enough of the room.

"Then?" Craig blinked and finally dropped his phone. He stared at Hayden with contempt and said, "You don't understand the meaning of spicing things up in a relationship? He likes it when I do so; Xena can't come close." Craig whispered with assurance and closed his eyes to rest. (...) Caleb and Hayden. (A/N: Who's the scheming one?)

Alrick was a little annoyed with her drawn-out explanation. “She said I was sweet but too small. Please say nothing to her. She didn’t say it in malice.” “Fine. Fine, if you don’t want me to do anything about it. What are we going to do while we wait for the beginning of the event? What I can do here I've finished.” “Why don’t we just relax before we need to go out there and be the perfect hosts?” Craig looked exhausted with his head thrown back against the top of the chair back he sat in.

His Alpha had already gave him the number of a "cleaning team" to help but he was decided to do it all by himself. Suddenly his phone rang and he quickly looked at the number; he wasn't expecting anyone else to call him except Aeneas, but he was surprised to read it was actually Alex. "He... Hello?" He hesitated at first then heard Alex grunt on the other side of the line. "Craig, why did you have to change the shifts of the tower watchers? And why on earth would you move the traps that far behind! You should have called me before doing any of this!" A small growl was heard and quickly he started to laugh. "It's not funny Craig!"

Beth and tried to console her. Beth pleaded with me to accept her son and try to make him better. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "so I haven't made my decision yet," Danielle said to Britney after explaining her meeting with Beth. Britney wasn't comfortable with the whole thing, She still insisted Danielle should leave him and get her life back but she had to accept any decision her friend made. They finally got to Britney's place, sizing every outfit and checking out lists of things they've got. Weeks passed and they both kept running around getting things for the wedding.

"My shift is starting soon." "Yeah, yeah. And you're never late." Craig massages the bridge of his nose. "Never late, never has a drink. Never partakes in anything Vegas has to offer, including women—" Something catches his eye on one of the monitors and he drifts toward it, entranced. "On second thought, I think I'll make time for this interview." I'm not sure why I look.

As we settle in to watch the movie, Caden growls at his phone. “What’s up?” I ask. He doesn’t answer—just hands it to Ryan. Ryan stares at the screen, blinking in disbelief, before tossing it to Fiona like it burns. I lean over as Fiona taps into a Snapchat story from Craig. Music thunders through the speakers. It’s loud, obnoxious, pulsing with bass. Craig laughs into the camera, holding it up in what looks like a human bar. Emma’s there. She’s straddling some random guy, kissing down his neck while Craig cheers them on.

And I'd be here, watching. Would he scream? Go pale? Blame someone? Or would he be dumb enough to inject it? Either way—I'd be right here. Waiting. Smiling. Just protecting Anne, like always. Finally—fifteen minutes in—Craig swaggered into the gym, flanked by a pack of football idiots. He was laughing, like he didn't have a care in the world. Loud. Careless. Why the hell was he so happy? Had he skipped his dose? Did he somehow notice something was wrong?