Abigail's POV

　　I don't know what possessed me to invade Jason's mind and privacy; seeing the jealous look on his face when Lizzy mentioned Damien had surprised me. I had heard that Wolves were territorial, and my curiosity got the better of me. I wanted to know what was going on in his mind, what his wolf had to say, so I had pushed past his barriers; I was surprised at how easy it was to stay hidden in the depths of his mind. Listening to Jason and his wolf, who I knew to be called Archer, bicker like an old married couple.

　　I may have kept hidden inside his mind, but obviously, my face had given me away on the outside because the last thing I expected was for Jason to cotton onto me and 'test' it! Seeing those erotic images of Jason and me stream through his mind caught me off guard, to say the least. Especially given his behaviour towards me yesterday- This was a completely unexpected turn of events, and honestly, I wasn't sure how I felt about it. I wasn't ashamed to admit I was flattered and a little turned on to see he was fantasising about me, but on the other hand, I wanted to slap that smug look off his face for even thinking I was the kind of girl that would do that sort of thing with someone I just met! Especially someone who had mood swings to rival Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde.

　　Trying to ignore his carnal delights and keep a steady face was killing me; my mind was working overtime to try and act 'normal' and not give myself away. However, the second Lizzy started to sway on his shoulders; my attention switched from teaching him a lesson to stopping her from hitting the ground. With her feet settled firmly on the floor, I smiled at her innocent laughter; children were resilient!

　　Deciding taunting Jason wasn't my wisest idea, but I still felt rattled by his inner thoughts. His wolf, although amusing, clearly needed an attitude adjustment! The worried look on Lizzy's face, hearing his wolf, pulled at my heartstrings; I didn't want her to fear Jason because I had been a little too cocky. Kneeling beside Jason in front of Lizzy, stroking her dark hair wanting to reassure her. Giving a quick side glance to Jason I winked at Lizzy. 

　　"I told you his friend was moody; Jason just tried to call him. Did you hear his growl?" She nodded, unsure of what she had heard now; I was lucky children were easy to manipulate, even if I didn't like to do it.

　　"Jason and his furry friend were up late last night, and it's left his friend soooo grumpy." Shaking my head, I tickled her under her chin. Nodding as she suggested they both needed an early night!

　　Turning slightly to look at Jason, a mischievous twinkle in my eye, I rose slowly from where I knelt in front of him; taking the hand he offered, I pulled myself up, never breaking eye contact with him, leaning into his side. I decided it was time to make his cheeks burn with embarrassment.

　　"THAT is the closest you will get to seeing me on my knees in front of you! Apart from in your dreams… by the looks of it!" I whispered slyly into his ear. Pulling back, I couldn't help the heat that spread across my cheeks but knew I had surprised him and his wolf.

　　"What are you?" Jason evidently meant to whisper, but the embarrassment on his face was obviously affecting him.

　　"She's an angel", Lizzy gushed, looking up at me adoringly; she was right, of course, but I had no intention of giving that secret away to anyone.

　　"She's no angel!" I heard Archer scoff inwardly to Jason. "Even if angels were real, she wouldn't be one… she's far too insolent."

　　"That was meant to be our secret! Now I am going to have to tickle you!" I taunted Lizzy making grabby hands at her belly until she squealed like a piglet. Ignoring Jason's remark.

　　"Shall we go to the pet shop then?" I asked with a wink to Jason, taking Lizzy's hand in mine and walking on, grinning, feeling Jason behind me, the grin only getting bigger as I invaded both his and his wolf's inner thoughts, both shocked and confused by my subtle confession.

　　I could have sworn his blushed cheeks were matching mine. Rounding the corner, I came to an abrupt stop, Lizzy started to talk, asking Jason where the shop was, but my feet were rooted to the spot, spying the beautiful building on the other side of the road, I was moving again as if on autopilot crossing the street to get a closer look, I needed to be sure.

　　Standing just outside the grounds, I carefully sucked in a breath, feeling my body tremble. From the little lake-like moat that wrapped around the fences, the beautifully carved and maintained tombstones and the mesmerising red brick walls that housed enchanting stained-glass windows. On top of its steeple, a beautiful gothic bell. There was no doubt this was the church from my nightmare, just without the flames and harrowing screams. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes; feeling a little hand grip mine silently and a reassuring hand on the bottom of my back, I tried to pull myself together. I must look like a crazy fool, staring up at a church, trying not to cry. But the fear, pain and sadness from my dream came rushing back, hitting me at once. Unable to look at Jason, I sucked air into my lungs, relieved at its freshness and not a trace of smoke.

　　"Has there ever been a fire here?" I asked, unable to shake the feeling of it being more than just a dream.

　　"No, it's been here donkey's years, just like the priest. Why?" Jason laughed uneasily; I knew he could sense the change in my mood since, pushing into his head to hear his wolf, I was somehow unable to disconnect the link. Archer was desperate to push for the reason I was sad, wanting to fix it however he could. Jason, however, was more cautious, patient even. 

　　Turning to Lizzy, I scooped her up in my arms, needing her closeness. Although if I was honest with myself, what I wanted was Jason's arms, embracing me protectively, if I felt content just being in his presence, I knew his arms would scare off the fears eating at my thoughts.

　　"Just a dream," I said dismissively, wanting to hide my fears from them both. Bopping Lizzy on her nose gently, I could see the concern on her face, and it broke my heart; she was too young to worry about adult stresses; she was innocent and should stay that way. 

　　"Shall we go find our fishies a new home!" Lizzy's arms wrapped tightly around my neck; I knew she was not buying my charade. Turning to look at Jason, he had the same concern plastered on his handsome face. Apparently, I wasn't as good a liar as I thought; I tried to lighten the mood by blowing raspberries on the side of Lizzy's neck.

　　"Come on, Lizzy, I can smell ice cream, and I recall Jason promising us 'as much ice cream as we can fit in our bellies." Seeing her side-eye me, she was undoubtedly coming around to the idea that I was in fact ok. "I might even get him to throw sprinkles in if we are lucky." I grinned cheekily.

　　"Anything for my favourite girls." He coaxed, holding his hands out for her to take, "Are you coming up on my shoulders, squirt." She was in his arms and on his shoulders in a heartbeat. 

　　"Don't drop me this time though," She laughed, pulling on his brown and gold hair.