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Adram piped up and for once, it was a good question,
    “Very. He put me in touch with your Detective friend…” I winced. This was why I didn’t work with people because one way or another my name always came up, “…he put me in touch with Kibble and I flew out to meet you. I was hoping you’d help me but obviously I was mistaken.”
    “Well, you weren’t exactly forth coming were you?”
    “I think you’ve both already established this so can we crack on?” Adram said fiddling with his tail feathers,
    “Do you think he could be strange? Like supernatural strange?” I had to ask the question because neither Marshall nor the Major had given me anything to say Clockwork was anything but human.
    “I have no idea. Until I saw that…” he pointed to Adram, “…I didn’t think any of this weird stuff existed.”
    “I assure you I’m not stuff!” Adram decided to get right into Marshall’s face so I plucked one of his feathers. “You bitch!”
    “Adram if you can’t behave, go harass someone else.”
    “Fine!” And poof. Marshall looked on in horror as I watched his brain process a demon’s disappearance,
    “I can’t process anymore of this.” Marshall stood at the same time I did, inches away from me,
    “Ok, let’s sleep and we’ll reconvene in eight hours? Things are going to change for you now, whether you want to accept it or not Marshall and there’s no going back. I just hope you’re ready for me?” I grabbed my glass and the bottle of vodka from the kitchen and headed up the stairs,
    “Are you ready for me?” He sighed, and wasn’t that the million dollar question?

Chapter Six
     
     
    Mine . It was a whisper that jolted me awake. I was getting so tired of my dreams being haunted by a man I’d never met. Damn Cain to hell! My eyes were crusted but my nose picked up the smell of bacon and pancakes. That had me up and out of bed in no time. I just hoped it wasn’t my mother cooking, but then again she had servants for that sort of thing. I staggered down the stairs in my pj’s and stopped dead at the open kitchen door. I think my ovaries exploded at the sight before me. Marshall was standing in a pair of stonewash jeans, no shirt and was cooking. My brain was already naming our first child together when he turned around,
    “I hope you don’t mind? I’ve not eaten properly since I landed and I thought I would cook us breakfast.” Make that our second and third child. My brain was in complete agreement with my ovaries and it was only when the morning sun reflected off his wedding ring that the sexual fog lifted,
    “Of course I don’t. I suppose while you’re here you can do whatever you need to, as long as you don’t make a mess.” And you pay me in sexual favours. Oh God, my brain had switched into slut mode.
    “I didn’t know what you liked so I grabbed bacon from the store and whipped up some pancakes.” The truth was, my breakfast usually consisted of a Bloody Mary and I really, really needed one.
    He’d even set out the table with plates and cutlery. I shuffled my feet to the fridge and started my morning ritual of mixing the tomato delight that was Mary with Marshall watching me like a hawk as I grabbed a new bottle of vodka from the cupboard.
    “I wondered why your fridge consisted of tomato juice and celery.” He flipped the pancakes onto the plate followed by the bacon as I slumped onto the chair staring my Bloody Mary with the celery stick.
    “Hey it’s two of my five a day!” His laugh made my ovaries swoon and with those unconscious I could think clearly again, “You know if you need to wash your clothes I don’t mind. I don’t think I have any washing powder but you’re welcome to use my washing machine.” His eyebrow rose, “Sorry, detergent…”
    “It’s fine. I was just a little hot when I woke up and I didn’t expect you to be awake this early. Let me just go grab a tee.” He walked into the living room and returned wearing a black