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bones are shattered. The man is howling in pain and he drops to his knees, bringing attention to our little reunion. Reaching a shaking hand toward me, her eyes remain focused on the man who had been grinding into me on the dance floor a few moments before. I realize that I do not care about what becomes of him. His eyes start to lose focus before glazing over as he looks into Alex's fiery, hypnotic eyes. Abruptly, he turns and walks back to his seat at the bar.
    Her gaze lands on me and I begin to squirm under its scrutiny. Quickly taking a step back from her, I watch as her hand clenches, reaching toward me before it falls back to her side. "Felicity, what were you thinking?" She growls at me and the surrounding people begin to mill around, making the current situation even more of a disaster. I look into her face, once again struck silent by her beauty, but my pride saves me. Instead of falling over myself to please her, I resolutely gaze into those glowing red orbs and sternly let her know I am my own damned person. No more meek and weak Felicity.
    "Fuck you, Alex!" I whisper furiously. "You already said, 'Goodbye.' I don't need you to come to my rescue. I was doing just fine on my own, thank you!"
    Her nostrils flare and I know that she can smell the arousal that the Shot-Guy induced in my body. Being near Alex does not help the throbbing in my lower body, but I sure as hell am not going to be the one who gives in.
    Alex is suddenly in front of me and her arms are banded tightly around my body. "You are mine , Felicity," she hisses. I start to feel that familiar pull beginning on the inside of my body and just like that… We are gone. The music and heated atmosphere from the bar no longer surrounds us.
    As the world starts to spin back into focus, she releases me and I stumble and then fall unceremoniously to the ground. Looking up from my new position on the floor, I see that Alex is turned away from me and I scuttle back to the wall, searching for an opening. In my panic to find a way out, I forget just how well-developed her senses are. When I feel her iron-like grip clutch my wrist, I know that there will be no escape from her.
    "Don't run from me!", she heatedly throws out in a harsh voice." I will chase you! In my current mood, I would honestly advise against it." Her voice sounds strangled, as if she is fighting to keep herself calm. "I can taste your fear. I am so sorry, Felicity, my sweet, but I cannot let you leave me right now.” With blinding speed, I find that I am pressed up against the hard stone wall, it's rough face scraping my back and arms as my hands are manacled in the cold bronze cuffs that made me pause, just last week.
    I watch as she paces the room, looking like a caged animal. She is trying to regain her composure and she never once looks my way. I can’t seem to stop pulling at the copper cuffs. My wrists are going to bleed if I keep this up. So many thoughts are streaming through my mind and the main word of the night happens to be ‘hate’. I hate that I'm scared of her. I hate that I'm shackled to this damned wall. I hate, no!.. I absolutely loathe that seeing Alex this worked up over me is such a panty-soaking turn on. Too bad I skipped that apparel this evening. Whoops!
    I am amazed at how radiant she is with her skin glowing golden and her hair practically floating on some sort of non-existent wind. She is nothing short of ethereal and my body and mind have the touch, feel, and luscious taste of her seared into my heart…into my very soul .
    My heart feels like a pin cushion; each of these thoughts keep stabbing me in sharp little pricks. They are bleeding and breaking me in a slow and steady rhythm. Even if she is jealous, even if she rips me away from reality simply to keep another person’s hands off of me, I know that she will still say ‘Goodbye’. I know I'll wake up tomorrow and feel the loss that I tried so hard to escape when I went out tonight.
    I must have lost time