Dion had never truly understood the relationship between Micah and Natalie. At one point, he had even thought they were an item, considering how fiercely protective Micah was of her.
But that theory never made sense. How could they be together when Micah still slept with other people so openly? Dion had once reasoned that perhaps being an incubus was simply too complicated and that he and Natalie had reached some strange agreement between them.
Now he fully understood.
That was why Natalie hated being touched. That was why she kept a distance from everyone.
People thought it was arrogance. That she was just Natalie Avax with her nose stuck high in the sky. All because she had money.
But this wasn’t pride, it was trauma.
And Micah hadn’t been overprotective, he had been guarding her. He’d known from the start and carried the secret alone. Even from him.
And now Dion knew if anything happened to Natalie, Micah would wring the life out of him. His demon boss had told him specifically before leaving to keep an eye on her.
"Fuck!" Dion cursed, pacing along the edge of the road as students stared and whispered around him. He dragged a hand through his hair, panic tightening in his chest.
Then he spotted a power bike cut through the road ahead, ridden by one of the senior students. Dion didn’t recognize the rider, but that didn’t matter. He needed to get to Natalie before she did something stupid.
He stepped into the road and waved the bike down hard.
"Hey, man!" the rider snapped as he stopped in front of Dion.
Another rich kid. Good. It would be easier dealing with him than a werewolf.
So in one swift move, he grabbed the rider’s collar and yanked him clean off the bike.
"Hey!" the senior shouted as he hit the ground.
"You’ll get it back!" Dion barked over his shoulder.
He swung onto the bike, flipped the ignition switch, kicked the stand up, squeezed the clutch, and slammed the starter.
The engine roared to life beneath him.
Before the shocked owner could even stand, Dion twisted the throttle and shot forward, the tires screeching as he tore down the road.
Just like Natalie, Dion zoomed off recklessly, sending students scrambling out of the way, their backpacks flying and screams trailing behind him.
Yep, there was no doubt. He would write about himself in moon feed exclusive.
Dion didn’t slow down, not when he needed to catch up with Natalie.
Students needed permission before leaving the school grounds, but Dion didn’t care as he raced toward the entrance. Perhaps it was because they recognized him from earlier, or maybe it was the hard, determined look on his face, but the guards lifted the barrier before he even reached it, letting him pass without a word.



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