Chapter 13
by 
lightsout
Will Simon Deal with this right now?
He will make an attempt
Simon set Sharon down gently on the couch, her legs still unsteady from their shared climax. She sank into the cushions with a soft sigh, skin flushed and glowing.
“Sharon,” he said.
“Yes, darling?” Her voice came out breathy, still catching.
He studied her for a moment, weighing the practical side of what he had just done. “How hard would it be for you to convince people that you’re still you? That you’re still Sharon O’Dwyer Mazur?”
She tilted her head, emerald eyes narrowing in thought. A small crease formed between her brows as she considered it. “I doubt I could manage it without a DNA test,” she answered, tone thoughtful. “And even those aren’t as reliable as people think.”
Simon nodded once. “Good thing, then, that everyone already knows you were once Sharon O’Dwyer Mazur—the same woman they remember from across the hall. Nothing about that has changed.”
Her gaze softened, a faint glaze passing over her eyes as the command took hold. “They will know,” she murmured, the words settling into place like fact.
He continued without pause. “You should shower and freshen up.”
“You’re right.” She sat up straighter, brushing a strand of brown hair from her face. “Could I use yours? It would save me having to put that dress back on and carry the smell across the hall.”
Simon considered it, then gave a short nod. “Sure. But hand over the spare keys to your apartment later. Your things are my things now.”
The words came out simpler than he intended, almost childish, yet Sharon’s face lit with immediate pleasure. She leaned in and wrapped her arms around him, pressing a warm kiss to his cheek.
“Of course they are,” she whispered against his skin, then Sharon rose, collected the discarded dress and panties, and padded toward his bathroom. The door clicked shut behind her; a moment later the water started.
Simon remained standing in the quiet living room, arms folded, mind turning over the pieces he now held. Four women under his roof. Emily, still asleep in the master bedroom with Ashlynn and Lauren curled beside her. Sharon, freshly claimed and carrying his child. The girlfriend who had been one serious but short conversation away from becoming an ex. The two strangers Emily had dragged home for the night. All of them rewritten to want him, to put him first.
Or he could step outside the building entirely. The week’s shifts were finished. He had erased his own exhaustion hours ago. The city waited, full of people who had never heard his voice.
He glanced toward the hallway, then toward the front door, weighing the safety of staying contained against the pull of seeing just how far the power could reach.
Will Simon stay in the apartment of his or head out?
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