suspicious look. There's no way in hellfire he could have heard that, could he?
"Oh love, yes I did hear that." He answers my thought and shocks the hell out of me once again.
"Quit answering my thoughts Franklin!" I growl at him.
"Was I sweetheart? The look your eyes and the particular piece of my anatomy they're focused on right now, tells me your thoughts are a little more dangerous." Franklin says and chuckles huskily. His eyes twinkle with merriment and promises of pleasure to come. I can't help but inhale sharply as my body floods with heat.
I see an apology in Demonicus's face and instantly growl at him too.
"Don't you dare apologize, Demonicus. It's completely alright. Believe me, my music has been called much, much worse." I chuckle a bit myself trying not to let the laughing fit overwhelm me once more. I decide to explain my situation to him, to help him to understand.
"I like to listen to my favorite human music when I cook. It's comforting to me, and makes my home seem less lonely. I'm used to being here all alone. So, I dance around for fun and just let myself go. Does that make any sense?" My eyebrows raising in question as I await his answer.
"Actually Miss Jinny, that does make a lot of sense. I'm sorry I called your music, noise. I know I need to learn these human ways if I'm ever to blend in and live like one."
"You'll learn, it's just going to take some time son." Franklin says kindly.
"Whoa! Hold onto your shorts boys. Franklin, what do you mean when you call Demonicus your son?" My voice squeaks, my eyes widen considerably as I try and wrap my head around the idea.
"Sweetheart, let me introduce you to my adopted son, Demonicus. Demonicus, this is Jinny. My mate has come back to me."
"Your wha..." Demonicus narrowly focuses his eyes on me intently and silently for a few moments. While subject to that stare, I finally know what it's like for that speck of blood being scrutinized under a microscope.
She looks like mother. Just like mother. It is possible? Is it really her, and does she even know?
My eyes widen and my mouth falls open. I try to quickly cover it by turning away to set the plates of food on the table with incredibly shaky hands. I can't handle being stared at any longer and feel like I'm losing it. I swear to God, I just heard Demonicus's thoughts. What mother is he speaking of? Why can't I hear Franklin's thoughts? What the hell is happening to me, what am I becoming?
It's all just too much at the moment as I feel my mind begin to shatter. I'm suddenly terrified as well as confused. My breathing hitches in my chest at the same time I'm try so hard to remain calm but, my mind is not having any of that nonsense.
Finally, I turn and focus on Franklin whose looking out the window above the sink. His head whips toward me with incredible force. So much so that his head whips towards me with such force that his neck should be broken right now.
I see complete shock and wonder rise up in his eyes. It terrifies me even more. I have this irrational belief that he really can hear my thoughts.
Heloise could never do that! Not even in Hell.... Franklin's heart races in his chest as he stares at Jinny. Her happy face quickly turns into a terrified one. She looks like a frightened rabbit ready to escape from the big bad predators. Her beautiful rare lavender eyes focus intensely on the sliding doors.
Jinny is preparing to flee to the safety of her sanctuary, her outdoor garden maze. It's written all over her face. Her mind is about to break, it's been too much too quickly for her to handle and he should have seen it sooner.
The urge to run like a maddened wolf takes over as the room begins to close in tighter and tighter all around me. It becoming harder and harder to draw a breath.
I feel all of my senses going on full alert. My heart races a marathon in my chest even as it leaves me far behind in its dust.
Leaving the plates of food on the table where I set them, I breathlessly say, "Eat
"Oh love, yes I did hear that." He answers my thought and shocks the hell out of me once again.
"Quit answering my thoughts Franklin!" I growl at him.
"Was I sweetheart? The look your eyes and the particular piece of my anatomy they're focused on right now, tells me your thoughts are a little more dangerous." Franklin says and chuckles huskily. His eyes twinkle with merriment and promises of pleasure to come. I can't help but inhale sharply as my body floods with heat.
I see an apology in Demonicus's face and instantly growl at him too.
"Don't you dare apologize, Demonicus. It's completely alright. Believe me, my music has been called much, much worse." I chuckle a bit myself trying not to let the laughing fit overwhelm me once more. I decide to explain my situation to him, to help him to understand.
"I like to listen to my favorite human music when I cook. It's comforting to me, and makes my home seem less lonely. I'm used to being here all alone. So, I dance around for fun and just let myself go. Does that make any sense?" My eyebrows raising in question as I await his answer.
"Actually Miss Jinny, that does make a lot of sense. I'm sorry I called your music, noise. I know I need to learn these human ways if I'm ever to blend in and live like one."
"You'll learn, it's just going to take some time son." Franklin says kindly.
"Whoa! Hold onto your shorts boys. Franklin, what do you mean when you call Demonicus your son?" My voice squeaks, my eyes widen considerably as I try and wrap my head around the idea.
"Sweetheart, let me introduce you to my adopted son, Demonicus. Demonicus, this is Jinny. My mate has come back to me."
"Your wha..." Demonicus narrowly focuses his eyes on me intently and silently for a few moments. While subject to that stare, I finally know what it's like for that speck of blood being scrutinized under a microscope.
She looks like mother. Just like mother. It is possible? Is it really her, and does she even know?
My eyes widen and my mouth falls open. I try to quickly cover it by turning away to set the plates of food on the table with incredibly shaky hands. I can't handle being stared at any longer and feel like I'm losing it. I swear to God, I just heard Demonicus's thoughts. What mother is he speaking of? Why can't I hear Franklin's thoughts? What the hell is happening to me, what am I becoming?
It's all just too much at the moment as I feel my mind begin to shatter. I'm suddenly terrified as well as confused. My breathing hitches in my chest at the same time I'm try so hard to remain calm but, my mind is not having any of that nonsense.
Finally, I turn and focus on Franklin whose looking out the window above the sink. His head whips toward me with incredible force. So much so that his head whips towards me with such force that his neck should be broken right now.
I see complete shock and wonder rise up in his eyes. It terrifies me even more. I have this irrational belief that he really can hear my thoughts.
Heloise could never do that! Not even in Hell.... Franklin's heart races in his chest as he stares at Jinny. Her happy face quickly turns into a terrified one. She looks like a frightened rabbit ready to escape from the big bad predators. Her beautiful rare lavender eyes focus intensely on the sliding doors.
Jinny is preparing to flee to the safety of her sanctuary, her outdoor garden maze. It's written all over her face. Her mind is about to break, it's been too much too quickly for her to handle and he should have seen it sooner.
The urge to run like a maddened wolf takes over as the room begins to close in tighter and tighter all around me. It becoming harder and harder to draw a breath.
I feel all of my senses going on full alert. My heart races a marathon in my chest even as it leaves me far behind in its dust.
Leaving the plates of food on the table where I set them, I breathlessly say, "Eat
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