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“Does he keep you at a distance? Stop you?”

“Never,” I answer Meg.

She nods and smiles. “Good. It was time you two got together.”

I raise my brow at her.

“Come on. We could all see the sparks of lust between you two.” Linda snorts.

“That was hate on his part and puzzlement on mine,” I clarify.

“Linda annoyed me when we first met.” Meg grabs her wife’s hand. “And she couldn’t stand me.” Linda kisses Meg’s head.

“Love and hate. Thin line.” Linda winks.

I don’t know if they're right. But one thing is certain: Lori caught my attention from day one.

“How’s Bezaliel? Does he want to talk?” Meg asks.

Meg named us all after the Angels of Wrath, and when she found out about my alter, she gave him a name too, Bezaliel, the Angel of Shadow, living in the dark protected by God. She thought it was fitting, and Bez loved it.

Fuck no, no talking,is his rude answer to Meg’s question, which I relate with a shake of my head.

“That’s too bad. The troglodyte is fun.” Of course, Linda likes him, she’s a bloodthirsty, violence-lover. “He’s the other side of you, and I miss him when he disappears for a long time.”

Bez lets out a little grunt that makes Linda’s lips curl. “I love you too, Bez.”

“Does he come out?” It has been a long time since I’ve had therapy with Meg. I forgot how persistent she is.

“He does. Since I met Lori, he takes over more frequently. Should I be worried?”

“Does it bother you?”

“At first. He lets me out when I ask, so we are fine. He’s…sharing.”

Duh! You never wanted to share before,Bez huffs at me.

You wouldn’t have.

I would,he insists.Maybe not. Who gives a fuck.

“What does Bezaliel want?” Linda interjects.

“Little Wasp,” Bez growls. Hearing him Meg blinks, while Linda’s lips part.

“He wants Lori,” I explain.

“Fuck!” Linda looks at me in awe. She’s never seen my multiplicity like a condition, more like a superpower. She’s crazy like that, and one of the most accepting people I’ve ever met. With Lori. I still can't wrap my head around the fact that he didn’t bat an eye at my multiplicity. On the contrary, he enjoys it.

“Heard you loud and clear, Bez,” Meg announces. “The question is, do you want Lori as well, Gabe?”

“Yes,” I admit.

“And does he want you boys?” Linda narrows her eyes at me, ready to strike Lori down if that’s not the case.

My mouth twitches. “He reminds me of you a lot. Fighting tooth and nail, always scheming, so confident in his own skin.”

“Right?” Meg says. “I told her the same when we met him.”