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partnership, something where we were equal. But I still had to know.
    It was all very dark in his mind, and it felt like I was feeling blindly through rooms I didn’t know. He thought differently than I did and it took me time to find my way around. It didn’t take me too long to find myself. I took up quite a bit of his mind once I figured out how to get around inside there, and it was nice to know. He thought of me a lot, and in different ways.
    He thought I was strong and independent, which I liked. And he thought I was beautiful, which made me feel even more so. I couldn’t help but smile as I sifted through his thoughts. Then it came to his fears. He was scared that I would find someone better, that I would realize I was out of his league. I shook my head slightly, annoyed that he would think such things. Did I show so little of what I felt for him? He was also worried that he wouldn’t be able to keep up with me, that one day I would outgrow him and he would always just be Devan.
    And then I got to the core of it all, the fears, the things he liked about me, everything. He didn’t want to lose me. Not only that, but he didn’t want me to feel for someone else the way I felt for him. And that only translated into one thing.
    I sat back. I had stopped feeling around, and he scratched his head. His brown hair and liquid eyes were striking in the dim light of my apartment and I realized that it wasn’t so much about what he was feeling. Well, it was, but it was more what I was feeling in return. I knew that I didn’t want the coven to come near him, and I knew that I was annoyed by the fact that he thought he wasn’t good enough for me. What annoyed me more was the fact that I was scared of the same. That he would find someone normal, and that it would just be a better match. It hit me.
    I loved him too.
    I leaned into him and kissed him. I knew it had been a mistake to read his mind, it was almost too much to know that he loved me. What really caught me off guard was the fact that I felt the same.
    It wasn’t hard after that. I knew what he felt and knew what I felt, and I decided to follow through on it. He was a great guy; he made me feel like a great woman, and I liked who I was around him. I tried to see him more often and he seemed happy with the way things were going. He agreed to see me whenever I asked, and he surprised me with sneak visits on the days I thought I wouldn’t.
    Devan was what they called a ‘boyfriend’ when it came to people. He was my boyfriend, and I liked the sound of it.

Chapter 8
    It was my day off from work. I lay on the couch and watched old musicals. It was the kind of way I loved killing time. Kitten came closer to me than usual, sitting close to my head on the side table, and licked her paws. I’d just had the best cup of coffee I’d made in ages, and Devan was coming in about an hour. It was perfect, I was happy.
    Kitten started mewing but I’d already fed her and filled her water bowl.
    “Go outside, then, if you don’t like this,” I said to her.
    She carried on. After a while she got up and trotted out of the room. It was strange for her to do anything faster than a slow saunter unless she was scared, which she often was of me. I shrugged.
    The light in the room changed. At first it was slight, I almost didn’t notice the difference, and I wrote it off to clouds in front of the sun. As I watched TV, it became more and more dark, the light slowly fading and whatever came in through the curtains not strong enough to light the room up anymore. I frowned and stood up to switch on the light, but that did nothing either.
    That meant only one thing; it wasn’t the light that was the problem. I was feeling it again.
    The room got darker and darker, and it changed from black or grey to browns. The atmosphere kept on varying and I struggled to gauge where it was coming from. It felt like it was everywhere, and it felt like it was trouble. I hadn’t felt trouble like that in