Edge

It was supposed to be a normal job. Another tour with another superficial singer.

But the first time I put my hand on her lower back, it was over. Leave it to a five foot nothing, blonde haired, blue eyed pop princess to knock me on my ass.

I'm not the only one who wants her though. But in the end, I'll be the only one who gets all of her. Because while everyone else is screaming her name, she's moaning mine.

"Quinn. Wake up." Warmth spreads through me at the sound of that voice. "Wake up. Come back to me." Something touches my face, and I flinch. "It's just me, Quinn. Wake up and come back to me. He's not here. He can't hurt you."

He's not here. That's right. He got away. But he's coming back.

I open one eye, fearful that Wesley is a figment of my imagination. He smiles, and I open my other eye, but I know the upturn of his lips is a façade. A muscle in his cheek jumps, and his eye brows furrow in concern. "Just breathe."

Nodding, I take a few breaths, feeling my heart rate slow as his fingers play with my hair. I love it when he does that. He's the only one who can calm me down at night. Psychiatrists, drugs, hell, even a service dog didn't help me. But Wes? He breathes the same air as me, and I feel safe.

"Same thing?" he asks when I sit up.

"Yes." It's always the same thing. Looking up into the mirror, his ominous voice, the knife. During the day at the most random times, his face will flash in front of me, or I'll think I see him in a crowd and his parting words will play like a scratched CD, repeating over and over, "You want it now, and you'll want it then." He's coming back for me.

"He's not going to touch you."

I lick my lips but don't necessarily agree with him. That man--who I have no idea who he is--got through two locked gates, a security system, and my double locked doors.

Wes doesn't like my response. "He's not going to touch you."

"Okay."

"You didn't have me then. You have me now. He's not going to touch you." He practically growls the words at me, and I want to believe him. He sounds so certain, so sure he can protect me.


"Okay, Wesley."