Alex pushed aside his guilt at his continued relationship with Amelia. He had been trying to get the location of the Order out of her, or at least that is what he told himself. Unfortunately he didn’t believe his own very thin excuse. Every time he left her bed, he told himself he would not be going back. He felt like he was alternately drowning, lost, only to rise up again with a semblance of sanity where he asked himself what the hell he was doing. Yet somehow he found himself falling into her arms again.
“I’m sorry I cannot be what you want me to be, Alex.” Amelia rested in his arms after their lovemaking, her hand absently trailing up his chest.
“It isn’t your fault, Amelia. There isn’t any way you could have fought back as a child.” Alex rolled over, leaning down for a lingering kis
