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    "When you fell from heaven," Lochlann finished with the lamest pick-up line from the joke. Of course, falling from heaven could imply that she was a demon. Lochlann knew enough of that folklore, but it still applied.

    He leaned over the bar, getting close to her ear to whisper the next part, as though he was telling her a secret.

    "I've been planning how I'm going to take your panties off--if you're wearing any--" he said. He made sure to speak so his breath would move her hair and caress her neck. "I was thinking I'd pull them down with my teeth nice and slow so you get to feel that fabric trace down your leg and that first beautiful touch of cool air on your waiting cunt."

    He sat back then and resumed tapping his fingers on the computer. He stopped after a moment to pick up the cup of gingerale and take another sip. His fingers itched for a cigarette. His mouth ached to kiss her.

    "You keep asking what I want and I'm not sure how many times I have to tell you. What answer are you looking for, Guin?"

    Inside, he was trying to assess what that blink had meant.

    Lochlann suspected he was getting somewhere, but he didn't know where he was getting to. Hate? Rage? Her weird combination of sex and violence?

    He wondered what it would be like to be someone for whom Guinevere smiled with ease.

    He wondered if she knew what it felt like to smile like that.

    "I still haven't found a way back to juvie that doesn't involve me going there myself," Lochlann said. "But that's the other piece I'm working on."
     
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    It was

    cheesy.

    Guinevere stared at him for a few moments, shocked by the... gall he had to say something so ridiculous, so stupid. She listened to him ramble in her ear about terrible, sexy things he wanted to do for her, and yes it turned her on but holy shit that... that was...

    He finally stopped talking,

    and Guinevere laughed.

    It wasn't a hard laugh. It was more like a snort, and her hand went to her mouth as she quietly laughed into her fingers. What the bloody hell! What on Earth? When you fell... from heaven... ha, wow. It was so silly, so cheesy, Guinevere couldn't keep herself quiet. Her shoulders shook briefly as she tried to contain her laughter, but there was no hiding the fact.

    She was laughing.

    And smiling.

    And Lochlann was watching.

    Guinevere froze, realizing, oh, Lochlann is watching. Her body tensed up, hand still covering her mouth, and her eyes went to his before dropping down to the glass in her other hand. Both hands then went to her head, smoothing her hair down, trying to gather the last bit of dignity she had.

    "Bloody...hell..." she mumbled, looking around the room, looking anywhere but at Lochlann.
     
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    Lochlann was watching.

    Before, he was able to keep a blank expression. He did so at first, because he honestly thought Guin was faking it. He used to suspect she was a mindreader or an empath or something like that, and he never really ever ruled it out entirely.

    But he realized the laughter was real and Lochlann let his face soften for just a moment, his eyebrows arching up in surprise, and he let himself enjoy this moment.

    Christ, was she beautiful when she laughed.

    The sight was so at odds with how he viewed her that it hurt him. This was the girl that drank syrup in his kitchen and had whip cream on her nose. This was the girl that Lochlann saw beaten in the hospital.

    He wondered what happened to her to make her into the woman she composed herself into.

    He wanted to make another joke, wanted to continue it, but he didn't think she would let him unbalance her for so long. He could already see her establishing her footing and Lochlann was glad she was looking anywhere but him so he had a chance to compose himself.

    "What did your house look like in England?" he asked her suddenly.

    The bloody hell reminded him.

    He had a fever dream of her saying she lived in London once.
     
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    Guinevere was starting to find her footing again when Lochlann knocked her off guard with his question. She raised both of her brows and looked at him again, finally able to gather her bearings once more, the smiling girl disappearing behind what could only be described as a guarded mask. She didn't exist anymore.

    She wanted to be numb.

    Her eyes wandered to the liquor hiding on the shelves behind Lochlann. For a moment, it was tempting... but instead she considered his question.

    Guinevere was a liar.

    Every aspect of her life was a lie, really. It wasn't unusual for her to wear glamours to change her appearance, or wear a wig, or make up a name or lie about her age. The fake ID she had on her was enough to prove that.

    How many times had she'd lied to Lochlann?

    "I've never had a house," she said quietly, calm and composed. Hotel rooms and apartments and penthouses had been the norm. Except for... well, there was the farm... No. She didn't want to think about that. That wasn't her house. She'd never had a home.

    Instead she asked, "Why?"
     
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    Lochlann was surprised she answered him.

    He assessed her answer and wondered if it was true. Guinevere was a liar. His favorite liar, his favorite scar, but she was still a liar. He took in the raised brows, the way she looked away, and then the way she composed herself.

    He decided to didn't care if she lied or not. He'd never be able to find out. It's not like knowing this would help him. To be honest, he wasn't sure why he asked. it was an impulsive question, really. He'd wanted to know who the girl Guinevere might have become was. He wanted to know how she became this instead.

    "I know the context of my own story," he told her. It was easy. In the fairy tale stories, he was a monster. He grew up with this context. He learned the words, and then he learned them in English. Angehnfil. Siog. Monster.

    He knew the pattern his story would take: he would terrify and devour women and livestock until someone finally killed him.

    Or.

    Maybe.

    Like the other stories: until he fell in love and was magically saved.

    Lochlann didn't put much stock into these other stories. They were for children. He didn't feel like a child anymore. He hadn't since the day he realized he could make people drive off bridges.

    "I don't know the context of your story," he said. "I don't know how you got here. I don't know who you'll become. I don't know how you got into my story."

    He licked his lips. He didn't like this, answering her questions while she doged his. He reacted the only way he knew how.

    "But I know how I'd like our story to end, Guin. With you saying my name while you come all over my cock," he said.

    He took another sip of his gingerale. It was almost empty. He'd need to refill it just so he had something to do with his hands, with his mouth, with his need to touch her and kiss her and posses her.

    "Where did you live if you didn't have a house?" he asked. "Did you stay in apartments? With family?"
     
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    Story...? Guinevere didn't really understand what Lochlann meant by story. This was reality. There was no story to be told here. Everyone had a purpose and then they died, whether they fulfilled that purpose or not.

    Guinevere fulfilled her purpose very well.

    She was starting to become less affected by his flirtatious (more like perverse) statements, but she did shift in her seat once more and look away uncomfortably. If she was honest with herself, she did want him. But Guinevere was a liar.

    He'd called her Guin. A chill ran up her back, like ice cold fingers tracing the curve of her spine. She could feel goosebumps prickling her skin. She swallowed more ginger ale.

    "I didn't live anywhere," she sighed, which sounded ridiculous. Her Father had numerous apartments and penthouses littered across London, not to mention the endless hotel rooms they would stop at. She'd never stay in one spot for more than a week. "We never stayed in one place for long."

    We. A mistake. She immediately regretted it.

    "This doesn't matter," she said, finishing her glass and setting it down on the bar. "You're dodging the question: What. Are. You. Planning."
     
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    Lochlann did pick up on the we in that story. He wondered if that was her father. He’d never heard her mention her mother. That was a fact that he considered delving further into, but couldn’t quite find a way to justify bringing that up into the conversation. It had nothing to do with the matter at hand.

    It disturbed him that there were more similarities between himself and this girl, this woman, this person who kept burrowing into his life.

    He was surprised by the rush of anger that his him when she accused him of dodging the question.

    He slammed his fist on the bar top. No one looked, which was telling as to what kind of bar it really was.

    “I’ve told you already, Guin,” he said. “Just because you don’t like the answer doesn’t mean it isn’t the answer. God damn.”

    Lochlann pushed off the counter and stood up suddenly, grabbing his cup and moving over to the soda gun to refill the gingerale just to give himself something to do. His dark brows were furrowed and his jaw clenched, but the rest of his expression was relatively blank. He didn’t know why he was so angry. He didn’t know why he was so…scared.

    Maybe it was because the last time he was this honest she’d knifed him.

    But then again he was already prepared for it. He’d bought a sterilizing wound kit.

    He sat back down. He did not apologize for being angry. His bandaged hand throbbed.

    “I miss Dani,” he told her. “And I miss you. I just want to get this wrapped up. I just want to make sure we’re both safe”
     
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    Lochlann slammed his fist on the table and Guinevere honest to god flinched -- she had let her guard down around Lochlann over the years, and he'd never been violent around her before. Her hand twitched and reached subconsciously to the gun hiding beneath her skirt, an automatic reaction. But then, a rush of embarrassment hit her like a tidal wave; she flinched, because of Lochlann. What was wrong with her? He couldn't hurt her.

    Not on the outside.

    I miss you, he said, and something throbbed in her chest.

    She swallowed, waited thirty seconds, then exhaled slowly before speaking.

    "And how are you going to do that?" she asked, direct to the point.
     
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    If Lochlann could have flipped the entire bar, he would have.

    Luckily it was bolted to the ground. Instead, he thunked his own head off the table, took a deep breath, and then lifted his head to look at her. There was a quickly-fading red spot on his forehead from where he'd hit it.

    'Guin," he said, "I'm going to play a game with you, okay."

    It was a solid plan and Lochlann opened his mouth, ready to be both sarcastic and indulge himself fully in this when...

    He froze.

    Lochlann actually froze and then looked at her and said, "Have you ever played games before Guin? Like non-murderous, playground style games?"
     
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    He ignored the question and immediately Guinevere sighed. Whatever. Fine. He wasn't going to tell her. She couldn't drag it out of him, not like this. Maybe with... ha. Seducing him would probably work, but Guinevere wasn't sure if she wanted to head that way just to learn what Lochlann was planning.

    Her head tipped to the side at his question, however, and she looked at him with those big eyes that seemed far too innocent for a girl who has murdered hundreds.

    "Playground style?" she echoed, eyebrows stitching together as she tried to figure out what that could possibly mean. She didn't play games as a kid. Or have toys. Then again, cleaning guns was kind of fun...
     


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