Timberlink’s POV
When Esme touched our shoulders her eyes began to glow white. I knew from previous experience that she was in the middle of a vision and if we disturbed her it could be very bad. “Don’t touch her. Don’t talk to her. She is in a vision. If you distract her now it could be very disastrous.” I said with steel in my voice.
I still didn’t like this bastard, but he seems to really have concern for my Esme. She seems to like him too, and I would do anything for her. Even if that means I have to share her with some demon asshole. “Does this happen often?” Demon Asshole asked, with a large dose of concern in his tone and appearance.
Fucking hell. I can’t hate the bastard when he cares as much as I do about Esmerelda. f**k! s**t! Goddamnit! Why of all the f*****g supernatural cr
