He relented with a nod and nuzzled my nose. His fingers combed through my hair, tucked it behind my ear, traced down my cheek.

"I was so worried about you. All the way here I was yelling at Uncle Ben to drive faster. I heard you calling in my mind and it was like nails in my head. I had already felt your anxiety but I thought you were just needing me there for the withdrawals so I told them I was leaving, but then you're heart just stopped for a few seconds." He laughed humorlessly. "I freaked and then you started breathing again, crazy fast. I knew something was wrong so I told them and they all jumped in the car with me. It felt like I was dying."

"That must've been when he told me you and your father were dead. They have a car just like Kyle's father's so when he told my Kyle waiting for me, I believed him. I'm sorry."

"Nuhuh," he crooned and kissed my lips sweetly. "Not your fault. I'm just so glad you're ok." He kissed my lips again and I started to feel warmer and more energized. "For the future, when your significant dies. You know it. You can feel it. It's excruciating, like you're dying too."

"That sounds fun," I said dryly.

"You won't ever have to worry about it. I told you, I'm not leaving you."

I closed the distance to kiss him and he let me for a few seconds but then pushed me back gently.

"You know I want to but you need to rest, Maggie. You've been through a lot tonight and so have I, worrying like crazy about you. We have plenty of time for that later," he said completely concerned.

"Just give me what I want," I said as I took his mouth again more forcefully.

He chuckled against my lips and gave in. In no time his humor turned to pa.s.sion and his hand found my side as he pulled me closer to him. Then he braced himself over me and though I felt his excitement, I could also feel his restraint, which he had claimed the other night to have none of. I mentally shook my head at him. He'd been so worried, so utterly devastated by what happened. He wanted to kiss me until I couldn't think straight but knew I was hurt and planned to take it easy with me.

He didn't press me into the mattress as he had done before. He hovered above me and though his kisses were eager, they were gentle. When I moved my hand up into his hair to tug, I felt and heard his breath catch and exhale in a weird pattern.

I bit his lip gently, he groaned and pressed me harder for just a second before pulling back and giving me a comically stern look.

"Maggie. Sweetheart. Are you trying to kill me?"

I just giggled and shrugged under him in innocence.

I also thought about how much I loved it when he called me sweetheart. It zinged me in all the right ways to hear it.

He leaned down to my ear and whispered.

"Sweetheart." I closed my eyes, savoring, and smiled. Then he kissed the side of my neck once, which he's never done before and it did nothing to calm me down, and leaned back on his side before gathering me up in his arms again. "Go to sleep, Maggie. We'll have all day tomorrow for anything you want to do."

"But I have work," I protested.

"Do you remember when I said I was going to be a tyrant?" I wrinkled my nose and he chuckled. "We'll talk in the morning. Go to sleep. Sweetheart."

I smiled at his tactics and closed my eyes to block out everything but him. I fell into a peaceful, healing sleep.

I woke several times to a light. When I peeked over Caleb I saw Gran or Rachel or Peter, someone peeking in on us every hour or so. It was annoying and sweet all at the same time. Caleb's face was turned away so he never woke. Sometimes there would be two of them and I could hear them worrying over us. Two male voices but I couldn't make out who.

"I could kill them for this. How dare they go to this extreme, for someone who didn't even grow up in this."

"That isn't the way of our clan."

"Maybe it should be. Richard and his idiotic son are just gonna get away with this. It's not like we can go to the police."

"We'll keep her safe. We underestimated them, is all. We won't make that mistake again. We did all we could do. He heard her call and went after her. If we hadn't been so far away, it wouldn't have been a problem."

"Yes, but now we have a new problem. How do we keep her with us and safe and not disrupt her relationship with her father?"

"I don't know. Gran's family disowned her so, honestly, I've never thought about having to deal with the humans before this way but I won't force her to choose. It wouldn't be right. We'll just have to find a way somehow."

"No other way about it."

"Yes, but I don't see how. Her safety is paramount to anything else, and Caleb. He is adjusting remarkably well. He told me he has not only heard her heartbeat from the first second of the imprint but also has been able to read her feelings."

"So soon? Really? Fascinating."

"Yes. And apparently, she is advanced as well. She is already reading his thoughts and feelings at will and her withdrawals haven't been as severe as I feared."

I paled thinking about the withdrawals being worse that they already were.

"Well, that's great but first things first. For her safety, Caleb has to convince her to stop working at that diner."

"She won't buy it. She'll think he's trying to control her."

"No, she won't I don't think. She's smart. She'll understand the need for such an act for safety. Besides, I think she'll probably be more p.r.o.ne to want Caleb's company from now on after what happened."

"Did you see her? She was fantastic. That idiot went down with little effort on her part."

"I know. She's pleasantly surprising us all, I think. I just hope she doesn't feel pressured by all the attention and concern."

"How could she not? But she's a remarkable young woman with a good head. Caleb is a lucky man. I'm very pleased by all this. It'll be good for our clan."

There was a pause.

"I'm sorry it wasn't Kyle."

"Don't be. Maybe it's coming back. Maybe in a few years when he's of age he'll imprint. Maybe they all will. Maybe this is the catalyst for the comeback we've been waiting for."

"I hope so. I don't know how long we can keep up the celibacy of our clan. It's not fair and soon we'll have to worry about carrying on our name and heritage. What'll we do when there's no one-"

"Don't even speak it. There's nothing we can do but wait. And I think watching your son and his new mate will be just what this clan needs, to give them hope."

And the little sliver of light from the door closed to darkness and the voices stopped for a while. All I could do was cling to Caleb's sleeping body and hope beyond hope that they were right about everything.

When light was full in the window, I opened my eyes. Though I'd slept fitfully and restlessly, I still felt refreshed and tons better. My throat still hurt and my head ached a little but nothing like what I had felt like the night before. And no withdrawal pains. That was the best part. The past couple nights, sleeping with Caleb, made me feel brand new in the morning and I wasn't sure I could go back to sleeping without him again, even if there wasn't an echoling trying to hurt me.

I turned my face from the window to see Caleb watching me, leaning on his elbow, with a little concerned frown furrowing into his forehead.

"Are you better today?" he asked as his hand coasted down my arm.

I ran my finger over the wire filigree tattoo on his arm. He shivered making me giggle.

"Yeah, I'm better."

As he looked at my face full on for the first time he winced, closing his eyes for a few seconds.

"Oh yeah." I palmed the black mark I knew was there. "Maybe we could see Gran now."

He nodded.

"She's already been in here but I told her you needed to sleep. She's downstairs waiting. Everyone is."

"Why?" I said pulling the blanket up to my neck like that would help shield me somehow.

"Everyone was worried sick about you and apparently peeved at me for bringing you upstairs instead of letting them check you out last night. Quite a few have been in here this morning to chew me out already."

He smiled crookedly.

"Really?" I smiled bashfully. "Wow. I've never had anyone so concerned for me before."

"Welcome to the family."

That thought made me smile wider. He leaned closer.

"That's what I like to see," he whispered and then kissed me. He let his hand coast down my upper arm to my elbow. His next words were whispered against my lips. "Your skin is so soft. And you are really...beautiful in the morning. Did I ever tell you that?"

"No," I breathed and felt him tap over my heart with his forefinger, feeling it beating erratically, and smile in satisfaction against my cheek.

"Did I also mention how adorable you look in my shirt?" he said huskily as he fisted the large shirt I was wearing in his hand, pulling me closer to claim my lips.

As soon as I wrapped my arm around his neck and Caleb deepened the kiss we were interrupted by a loud banging knock and then an exasperated sigh as someone came in without waiting.

Kyle.

He had the worst timing ever, always.

"You can't even leave her alone when she's recovering, cuz?" he said and even I could hear the hurt and anger in his voice.

"What, Kyle?" Caleb asked harshly against my lips.

"I came up to see how Maggie was. I didn't know you'd be in here, too."

Caleb turned to frown at him.

"You know I've been with Maggie at night because of the echoling. What are you doing?"

"What?" He shrugged innocently. "Nothing."

Caleb moved to lie on his back as he made noises of annoyance. I sat up and tried to tame my hair to some degree while Kyle came to flop himself down on the end of the bed.

"I'm fine, Kyle. Thanks."

He looked at me and I saw it in his eyes. The sympathy, the anger, the guilt because of this black handprint on my face; as I sighed and covered my face with my hands.

"Kyle, can you tell Gran I'll be down in a few minutes, if she'll help me with...these things, please." I peeked through my fingers. He continued to look at me with a soft grimace. "And go, so I can get dressed."

"Oh, yeah. Right." He got up and stopped at the door. "Uh, Caleb, she said she needs to get dressed."

"Yeah," Caleb sang dragging out the syllables.

"So, come on. Be a gentleman. Get out."

"Kyle," I said a little sharper than I meant to. I softened my voice and continued. "Kyle, we talked about this, remember? You promised me. Caleb and I are going to be together and we're all going to be family and you're gonna have to get over it. He doesn't need to leave, in fact, I don't want him to. Ok? Please, make sure Gran is still here."

"Fine."

He left in a huff and the door slammed a little harder than necessary.

"Whoa," Caleb muttered.

"What?"

"That was so..." he didn't finish out loud but in his mind he thought it was 'hot' that I straightened Kyle out and was looking at me with those eyes that told me exactly what was about to happen.

He took my face in his hand and pulled me to him. His lips slid over mine. His hand found my leg and I a.s.sumed he was going to pull me into his lap when I heard a faint knock and then the door creak open. I pulled back from Caleb, licked my lips and peeked to see Peter at the door with a c.o.c.ked brow with a concerned and amused expression as I settled back down to the bed and Caleb rubbed his face in his hands in frustration.

Peter cleared his throat before speaking.

"Good morning. I hope you both slept well. Maggie, Gran is here and more than willing to a.s.sist you with the offense marks whenever you're...finished up here."

"Dad," Caleb groaned.

Peter just chuckled and said for me to text an excuse to my father before he left, shutting the door behind him.

"There are too many people in this house," Caleb muttered and threw back the blanket.

I giggled as he helped me up and I texted a quick 'Left early. See you later on tonight. Love you' to dad.

Apparently, Kyle's mother had found some clothes somewhere for me to borrow and they were folded neatly on the end of the bed. I looked around and saw no other door in the room to escape to but tried not to be concerned with modesty. Caleb was my soul mate after all and he'd seen everything there was to be seen last night anyway when he changed my clothes for me.

So, I pulled his boxers off me, leaving his long shirt to cover me as I slipped on the jeans. Then I turned to look over my shoulder at Caleb and saw him watching me with a look that made me blush crimson as he fought to get his shirt on.

I smiled a little, bit my lip and pulled my shirt off over my head, keeping my back to him. When I did a quick peek back he looked about ready to keel over so I quickly put on my new shirt and turned around to find him right in front of me.

"That wasn't nice," he said softly.

"Oh?" I said with fake innocence.

"Ooooh," he groaned in mock anger. "No, not nice at all." His lips touched mine softly as he took my hand and pulled me out of the room. "I better get you out of my room while I still have some sanity."

I just shook my head at him as he stopped on the stairs.

"I want to warn you, I know how you are about crowds. There is definitely a crowd down there. And they are all going to fuss and bother over you all day, maybe more, and it's gonna aggravate the tar out of you." I wanted to giggle. Who says tar? "But if it's too much, say the word and I'll-"

"Caleb, I'm fine. You're family is so sweet."