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some serious thought into moving to Massechusets with me.
    This was the Keeper's  plan to to insure my safety? Keep me thousands of miles away from the man I love. Elijah's face creeps into my thoughts like a splinter. I try and shake out the image and nestle myself onto Sam's lap. He holds me tight against him and runs kisses up my neck, heating up my body to a simmer. Sam washes the unwanted blue eyes from my head as easily as that.
    "I won't let you give up your dreams for me Brennen. I may be far away, but you'll always be right here." He grips my hands and holds them over his erratically beating heart. I smile and find my way to his lips again.
    I set my alarm for five a.m. and drift off under the warm blanket of Sam’s body as if he were my only shield to a world caving in around us. That night in his arms, I dream of Elijah. Memories flood through my mind as clear as a stream of water. My eyes burst open at the realization that I was totally in love with him. I had never given Sam a real chance when Elijah was around, and living without him for the last six months has cemented those same feelings in my heart, only now they’re for Sam. My mind is struggling with the fact that my love for Elijah has evaporated. Where could a love like that go? It turns my stomach, twists my guts inside until they’re nothing but a tangle of angst.
    I tuck a wave of Sam’s golden hair behind his ear. He’s out cold, his face smoothed over and at peace. His bare chest is immortalized by the moonlight shining in from the window. I run my fingers over the masterpiece and study his face.
    The words of Hell’s president ring in my ear. Because of his mark, my sweet Sam will live out eternity in the pits of Hell. I want to protect him. If I take the deal Malphas offered, we can live in that room together. Three square meals a day. A king size bed all to ourselves. I lick my lips at an eternity of Sam’s gloriously perfect body contouring to my own in every way shape and form.
    There’s a single loophole in his mark though, if Sam’s dies in the place of another, a selfless sacrifice then he gets to go to Heaven. When I die, where will a half-breed like me go? Again I wish they would have let me go on ignorant of all things supernatural. I sit up in the bed and stretch as I turn off the alarm that didn’t quite have the opportunity to go off. Guess I’ll go climb back into my bed upstairs if Taylor hasn’t taken over the whole thing by now.
    I glance up and see two sickly yellow eyes zero in on me from the darkest corner of the room, and I scream for all that is holy and good. Sam flies off the bed as the creature emerges from the shadows with a fully expanded set of wings, dive bombing my boyfriend.
    Will, that’s his name, leaps across the room, and grabs the evil beast , ripping its head clean off. I cringe as it shrieks out an ear piercing scream while he chunks the bird head out the window. Sam sits up on the floor confused as hell and scrambles toward me.
    “What happened ? Are you okay?” His hands search my body for missing limbs, because I must have been being hacked to pieces from the scream I let out. He didn’t see it. He can’t see anything that goes on in this crazy monster ridden, version of the world. I wish I couldn’t see this shit either.
    “Sorry, happens all the time with this kid.”
    Will shrugs his shoulders and returns to lounging on the sofa. Inara and Elena didn’t even bother to get up. My breaths came heavy and fast and I think my heart may have jumped out the window right along with the demonic bird head.
    “I guess I had a nightmare. I told you, I hate knowing your off zooming around in a tiny little plane. So many things can go wrong.”
    “Come here.” He opens his arms, and I settle into him as he kisses the top of my head. “I’m very safe when I fly. Did you know there’s a greater chance of being in a fatal car wreck than a plane crash?”
    “So what, you’ll take the bus from now