”“Whaddya mean I did not?! You didn’t want it. I knew that. You tried to stop me by teleporting, in case you’ve forgotten. I had your neck...between my claws, and I know I hurt you. I don’t know what you call that, but I call it rape.”“If there can be a distinction made betveen murder and manslaughter, can there not also be such a distinction made betveen rape and an act of desperation undertaken to spare others, especially if one is not entirely sane at the time?”“Well ---““I know you,. -----------------------------------------------My feet tapped on the floor as I sat and waited anxiously for my beautiful visitor. Looked at my watch and it’s already five minutes past nine. What’s taking her so long?Just as I asked myself that I heard a knock on the door.“Who is it?”“It’s me.” A female voice answered.Upon hearing her voice both nervousness and excitement filled my body. The door opened and my heart skipped a beat when my eyes gazed upon Lyana Taylor’s graceful form. Her auburn. “This is Geoffrey Adams,” Roger starts to explain, taking a seat at his desk. “He is going to help you. Right now we are keeping this quiet and only a few of our resources are being used. The FBI wants to keep it this way until further notice.”“No offense, boss,” Sam says, barely giving the young man a second look. “But we work better by ourselves.”“Plus, if this is linked as the analysts think, shouldn’t we use all of our resources?” Spencer questions.Roger sighs. “There is obviously a mole. My hands were shaking and the adrenaline was stronger than for a long time as I quietly found the gap in the wall that would allow me to secretly look into Claire and Jason’s room.I found the gap and I tried to control my feelings as I looked in on the couple. They’d been lovers now for nearly a month and a half, and I must have watched them dozens of times already. But even so, watching them felt especially exciting and bittersweet tonight. They’d left the bedside lamps on as they made love,.