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They. The ones we never named or mentioned.

I could feel little spidery cracks beginning to appear in my mental walls. The foundation was rocky, and it wouldn’t take much to punch through, exposing every heinous, horrific detail that we tried to hide, shattering the only barrier that kept my sanity intact.

“I can’t be found.”

He held me so tightly that I almost couldn’t breathe, and I still wanted more of him. His promises. His protection. His presence soothed every nightmare and blocked every monster from attacking me. He was my dragon patrolling the castle. My dark knight brandishing his sword to ensure I remained unharmed.

What I needed, what I couldn’t forget, was the eight-year-old boy who decided within seconds that a tiny five-year-old girl had no one to champion her, so he became her vindicator. Her rock. The pillar that held her up when she threatened to fall.

“Hide me, Rain.”

Outside my house, I heard the cawing of crows. Not one. Not five. Dozens. They rose in a cacophony of sounds and pitch that felt like I had stepped into a horror movie and the murder was ready to take flight, eliminating the evil presence threatening humankind.

If only that were possible.

“I can do better than that.” His head lowered as his mouth pressed to mine, lingering before he pulled back slightly. “I’ll make you forget.”

“How?”

“By focusing on us. You’ll be so consumed with pleasure that those memories from the past can’t reach you.”

“Then show me.”

His eyes dilated.

“Please.”

Chapter 10 Cuckoo

If she wanted to forget, to get lost with me, then I’d make it happen. I picked her up, fusing my mouth to hers as her legs bent around my waist. Not caring if the food got cold before we could eat it or even if it arrived yet, I carried Katrina to her bed.

If she had any doubts as to what we would be doing, she had a chance to back out or say no as I lowered her back to the mattress. I released her, standing beside the bed as I shucked my cut and draped it over the bench in her room. My boots and clothes followed. The costume pieces piled on her dresser. I spread my things around her room, needing to see my presence integrated into every aspect of her life.

I didn’t want to control her; I wanted to be her umbrella, her shield, and when she needed to forget, I’d be the one to give her all new memories to replace the nightmares.

Like today.

“Your tattoo.” Her gaze swept over my new ink. “You got an angel with my name on it?”

I did. “To remind me of you. So you’re always with me,” I confessed.

Her hand rested over her heart.

In that moment, our fate was sealed. We’d never be apart again.

“Get naked, angel. I want to see you spread your legs wide for me.”

She blinked, slowly removing every item, shyly averting her gaze. “Okay.”

When she was nude, I sank to my knees and tugged her to the edge of the bed. “I’m going to eat this delicious, pretty pussy, and you’re going to come all over my face.”

“Rain,” she gasped as I dove into her core, immediately thrusting my tongue inside the warm, wet cavern I longed to fuck. She tasted fucking amazing. Clean from a recent shower. I couldn’t detect that any male had been inside her recently.

Good. I’d kill a motherfucker for being where I belong.

Katrina’s hand threaded my hair, pulling on the strands as I pulled out my tongue and slid two fingers inside her. She was so fucking tight I wasn’t sure if I could fit three.

“How many men have you let fuck you?” I asked, growling the words.