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memories,” I explain.

“Okay. That’s an argument I can understand. I don’t want to wait for too long though,” he

asserts.

“I don’t either,” I add, and his lips engulf mine the second I finish.

“I swear he’s not Devin Cole,” Hale grumbles.

“You and me both,” Gemma snarks.

Devin smiles against our kiss, and I return the silly grin. He’s the only Devin Cole I’ve ever

known.

“I’m going to go grab a few things from down the street for the trip,” Persia says as she walks

through. “Let me know if the traditional methods don’t work on Henry, and I’ll make sure he takes

the deal,” she murmurs smugly.

“Will do,” Devin chuckles, and the others disperse into padded room to prepare their presentation.

“I’ll come with you. I need some travel supplies,” Gemma grumbles.

Great
. Now my arch nemesis and my other are going shopping together. I make sure to let Persia

see me scowling at her, and she tries not to grin in response.

Gemma’s parents are in another country with some of their dearest friends in, still unaware of the

rewind, and now we’re stuck with Gemma.

There are still so many of their group to tell, but Theia needs breaks, rests, and time to rejuvenate

herself between sessions. I wish they had called Ava instead of Gemma to be the one from their

family to remember and start dialing contacts.

The elevator doors close and Devin’s lips return to mine as the metal box whisks them away. His

hands proactively scale up my dress, and I smirk when I pull back to warn him.

“They’ll be here any minute now.”

He frowns lightly. “They’re on their way up right now.”

I giggle a little in excitement, and he shakes his head in mock frustration as he stifles his own

smile.

The doors open, and out pours a slew of business suits. Henry has brought his own entourage, and

Clara’s arm is looped through his until she sees me.

Oh no. She looks pissed.

Devin smiles his best professional grin and extends his hand to greet Henry.

“Thank you for coming.”

Henry looks like an enthusiastic child as he quickly throws his hand in Devin’s.

“Thank you for calling. I don’t know how you heard about my project, but I really appreciate the

consideration you’re giving my work. I’m supposed to pitch my proposal to a board of investors next

week.”

“Well, maybe this will work out, and you won’t have to,” Devin kindly remarks.

“Hey, Adisia,” Henry says warmly to me.

“Hey, Henry,” I murmur nervously.

Clara’s death glare is giving me chills, and Henry seems to notice she’s upset as well.

“We’ll just get this meeting started if that’s all right with you,” Devin utters when he feels the

tense air as well. “Good to see you again, Clara,” he adds.

“You too, Devin,” she says coldly.

Devin kisses the back of my hand, and I can’t fight the ridiculously large smile spreading over my

face. Clara’s scolding eyes still burn against me, and Devin gives me a wink before disappearing into

the crowded room.

“Aphrodisia Titan!” Clara yells in a whispered tone.

“What?” I murmur innocently.

“I’ve been calling, and texting, and calling, and texting… I finally called your work, and Jane said

you just walked out without a word. I went to your apartment, and the window had been busted out.

“I freaked out and called the cops, but they said I didn’t have enough proof to file a missing

persons report. I called your parents, and they didn’t answer either. Jake has ignored my calls as

well. Now please tell me what the hell is going on,” she squeals.

I laugh a little at the overly worked up woman breathing fire from her nose.

“Sorry. I don’t know what broke my window, but I’ve been staying with Devin until it gets

repaired,” I lie, and I’m so proud of how convincing I sound.

“Your phone is still at your house, and that doesn’t explain why you left your job like you did,”

she gripes.

“I forgot my phone. Devin showed up when I came home to a broken window, and I came here

with him. I didn’t want to drive all the way back for my phone, and I left my job because Margaret

finally pissed me off too much. I’ll get a new one when I get back. I didn’t realize you’d be so

worried,” I lie again.

She sighs out a little and seems to accept my complete fabrication. I walk over to the bar area and

pull out all the makings for margaritas.

“Care to join me?” I entice.

She tries unsuccessfully to stifle a grin, and finally huffs as she lets her anger breathe free from

her lungs.

“Yeah. Put a lot of tequila in there,” she sighs.

“No problem,” I snicker.

“I can’t believe a guy you barely know is letting you stay here. He seems so into you though,” she

whispers.

There’s no reason for her to keep her voice low, but I’m sure it would be odd if I told her about

the soundproofed room they’re in. I don’t feel like trying to answer the questions that would raise.

“He’s pretty incredible,” I giggle out foolishly.

“Wow. You really like him,” she gasps.

“I do,” I murmur with a silly grin as I start the blender and play bartender.

“It’s crazy how he called Henry up out of the blue. I didn’t even know Henry was so stressed out

about finding investors for this deal,” she adds.

My mind flashes back to the distraught, tearstained girl who fell to pieces in the restaurant. I’m

glad she doesn’t have those memories, but at the same time I hate knowing she doesn’t know who I

am anymore… at least not the immortal part.

The blender finishes its masterpiece of strawberry margaritas. I start sifting through the cabinets

for two glasses, but the sound of the elevator doors opening distracts me.

“Did you have more people coming?” I ask.

“No,” she answers casually.

“It must be Persia and Gemma,” I say with a shrug.

“Who are they?”

“Persia is my mo… mother’s friend,” I stammer. “And Gemma is… well she’s a long story we

don’t have enough tequila to discuss right now.”

“Your mother’s friend? Why would you-”

Her question is cut short as an eerie cold spreads the most horrific chills up and down my body. I

freeze as I see the bloodshot brown eyes staring into mine. The barrel of a gun is shaking as it

threatens us, and the hand holding it is as pale as is the face streaked with hysteria behind the gun.

“Jerry,” I say very calmly to the insane man I almost married. “What are you doing here?”

He looks possessed. His eyes look furious and dead at the same time. He almost looks as though

he’s been summoned back from the grave.

His veins protrude from his face and slither visibly with an animated black liquid. A cold sweat

beads all over his exposed skin, and it has seeped through his clothing to stain it with the toxic

secretion.

I cringe in disgust for the morbid creature standing in front of me that once flowed with such

vibrant life. The stench radiating from him is putrid, and I’m praying Devin can smell it. I pray he

knows what’s going on soon.

“You left me,” he growls in a distant, unfamiliar tone.

Clara’s eyes widen more as she fully assesses the situation. She’s stunned into silence, and I hope

those mute lips stay buttoned. Right now, the slightest thing could spook him and turn this into a

bloodbath.

This situation is bad enough, and I have to keep that gun pointed at me no matter what.

“I’m sorry Jerry. That was very wrong of me,” I murmur softly, doing all I can to keep his eyes

on me and not Clara.

“Yes, it was wrong of you. You wouldn’t answer your phone, and you haven’t come home. I had

to follow Clara to find you, and then I find out you’re with him,” he growls, contempt in his tone.

“How did you get in here, Jerry?” I ask when I realize the only one from the building with the

code is Greer.

Oh no. Greer.

“I persuaded a man to bring me up here,” he snarls, malice barely trying to hide in his undertones.

My eyes catch a glimpse of a trembling body dropped on the floor. Red pours freely from the

gaping wound on his leg, but I see Greer’s pale face still alert and alive.

I sigh a little in relief, though it’s very little reprieve. With that wound, he’ll die soon if I can’t

figure out how to defuse Jerry.

“I’m so sorry, ma’am,” Greer whimpers.

“Shut-up!” Jerry snaps while whirling around and pointing the gun on the pitiful man already

stained red.

“It’s okay, Jerry. Look at me. I’m right here. Just calm down. Maybe we can find a way to help

you,” I soothe.

“No! I don’t need help, damn it. I need you back. I’m tired of your fucking mouth and your

fucking second chance rule. I love you, and I know you can love me again!”

I take a deep breath and try to think more carefully in my choosing of words.

“You’re right. You don’t need help. I’ll go back with you, Jerry. Just put the gun down and I’ll

come over there,” I lie.

He starts scratching his head with the barrel of the pistol, but his eyes still drip with crazy.

“No you won’t. I know when you’re lying, you self-righteous bitch. I spent two fucking years

with you. Don’t pretend I’m some idiot you just met!” he explodes.

The gun is suddenly pointed back to me, and his eyes grow wider as he breathes, “If I can’t have

you, neither can he.”

I scream as the gun
booms
rapidly three times, but suddenly Devin flashes to me and pushes me

aside.

I watch in disbelief as the bullets shatter in sequence like glass shards against his chest, and the

small fragments rattle to the ground. Deacon flashes over to disarm Jerry in a blink.

He seems to lightly tap him on the head, but Jerry falls to the ground unconscious after the gentle

nudge.

Clara’s eyes roll back in her head, all color has fleeing from her face after witnessing something

her mind can’t fathom. Her locked knees offer no flexibility as she tips backwards.

Devin catches her just before she falls, and he scoops her up to lay her down on the couch.

“Are you okay?” he asks before flashing back to me to start his inspection.

But I quickly flee from his grip and dash over to Greer. Devin’s eyes widen as he sees the blood

pool staining the white floor.

“Call an ambulance,” he urges.

Deacon pulls out his phone, and Greer coughs as he tries to speak.

“I’m so sorry, sir. I couldn’t… I didn’t want to die,” he whimpers.

“It’s okay, Greer. We’re going to get you some help.”

The elevator doors open, and Persia flashes over to us.

“Unbelievable. I didn’t know it was going to be this bad. All I could see was Adisia’s face

distorted in fear,” Persia gasps.

“You called just in time,” Devin whispers too low for Greer to hear - I could barely hear it even

with my more amplified hearing.

Gemma unhooks her purse and pulls out a small daisy. She shrugs with innocent exasperation as

Devin scowls at her, and the daisy begins to grow as it wraps around Greer’s leg to act as a tourniquet.

“They’re on their way,” Deacon says softly.

“I know,” Devin murmurs. “They’ll be here in five minutes. Let’s clear a path.”

“I’ll go take care of the men in the conference room so they don’t ask questions,” Persia says as

she pulls off her glasses.

She wraps me in an embrace, and I can see tears wavering on her lids.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” she whimpers.

“I’m glad you saw it,” I sigh out.

“Why couldn’t you see him shooting Greer?” Deacon asks in a low whisper.

Devin’s eyes flash to me, and I can tell he’s hesitant about answering that question. Then it hits

me.

“I infected him, didn’t I? I thought only immortals could do that,” I whine.

“Usually, yes,” Persia mutters reluctantly. “When an immortal infects a mortal the obsession

goes both ways, but your first trigger was released when I abandoned you,” she hesitates, and she has

to free her throat from a catch before continuing. “Since then, you’ve been secreting small amounts of

your energy. Now that you’ve rewound time, your power is just waiting to emerge. It’s stronger than

before when you faced this time because you’ve already been introduced to them. The wedding was

most likely his breaking point, especially if you and Devin ever shared any moments of desire. It

would have heightened your appeal and intoxicated him even more.”

Theia steps out of the padded room, and Persia slides by her to go in. Theia walks over, and her

eyes immediately grow too large for her face.

“What the hell?” she gasps.

“Adisia’s ex is infected. You need to change Greer’s memories,” Devin whispers.

She nods as she swallows hard and closes her eyes. I feel a breeze shifting through the air, and

suddenly the room is spinning around me it seems.

Devin catches me as I lose my balance, and I feel sick at my stomach.

“It’s almost over,” he murmurs as his lips kiss the top of my head.

“What’s going on?” I slur as my instantly drunken mind retaliates against my mouth.

“Theia’s shifting the memories,” he explains.

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