  &quot;Willow&quot;
  &quot;Not now Bones&quot;
  &quot;Willow, look at me,&quot; Lothaire grabbed her arm, turned, and stared down at her.
  &quot;I said not now Bones. We can discuss your caveman tendencies later when I can process what happened without boiling with rage. Now, let me concentrate on making this guy sing,&quot; Willow said to his chest, still not meeting his eyes.
  Lothaire frowned, not liking the fact that she is not meeting his eyes. He touched her chin tentatively with his right hand and raised her face until she met his eyes.
  After looking into her troubled eyes for few minutes, he nodded and said,
  &quot;We will talk later&quot;
  &quot;Ya ya... sure,&quot; when hell freezes over, Willow muttered, moving her chin and releasing herself from his hold.
  She is still shocked at how easily he came down and swooped his neck as if he was snapping a twig. She should b

  &quot;Nothing you need to worry about,&quot; Willow snapped, color marring her cheeks, feeling embarrassed that he caught her in her weak moment.
  Lothaire heard her hoarse voice that he failed to notice before.
  &quot;Obviously it's nothing if you were bothered about it. Tell me tinker bell, what's eating you?&quot;
  &quot;Oh, snap out of it Bones, I said it's nothing&quot;
  &quot;Is this about what happened in that alley? The vampire you tortured? Surely, you know that it's not your fault. You are doing what you have to do to get results. No one could fault you for this. You are protecting others by killing one&quot;
  Willow felt better after hearing Lothaire's words. The weight that was drowning her into the deep darkness lifted from her shoulders.
  His words though said without knowing the true depth of her emotions, are enough to shed her guilt. It also made her bristle at h

  Willow watched as the rogue followed the lazily strolling couple who were unaware of their impending doom.
  Soon the couple turned to a nearly abandoned street, their steps lazy, unaware of their surroundings. The rogue gave an evil grin as he rubbed his hands in anticipation.
  Willow was about to step into his path when two vampires met the rogue from another street.
  Willow stopped in her tracks, her confusion growing while the newly arrived vampires started conversing with the rogue as if they knew him.
  The couple strolled forward without the knowledge that they could have been murdered that night.
  Why would a vampire talk with a rogue? What's going on?
  Thankfully, she is a fair distance away from them to hear her approaching steps.
  Willow took her silver dagger that was tucked in her boots and scanned the streets for any further surprises.
  Just as she was thinking of m

&quot;Willow&quot;
  &quot;Not now Bones&quot;
  &quot;Willow, look at me,&quot; Lothaire grabbed her arm, turned, and stared down at her.
  &quot;I said not now Bones. We can discuss your caveman tendencies later when I can process what happened without boiling with rage. Now, let me concentrate on making this guy sing,&quot; Willow said to his chest, still not meeting his eyes.
  Lothaire frowned, not liking the fact that she is not meeting his eyes. He touched her chin tentatively with his right hand and raised her face until she met his eyes.
  After looking into her troubled eyes for few minutes, he nodded and said,
  &quot;We will talk later&quot;
  &quot;Ya ya... sure,&quot; when hell freezes over, Willow muttered, moving her chin and releasing herself from his hold.
  She is still shocked at how easily he came down and swooped his neck as if he was snapping a twig. She should be scared. She is. At the same time, she can't help but feel hot and bothered.
  Willow turned

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