Boxed [Closed] - Printable Version

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RE: Boxed [Closed] - megs - 09-05-2019

The demon was doing much more than merely touching when he finally pulled her hand away from him. She had already kissed her way up the line of his spine once, teasing over the ridges of his vertebrae with lips and tongue. That disruption in his speech was encouraging,her hand traveled lower until he snatched it up. Julianna's emotions crested up and down like waves; disappointment that he stopped her, giving her a direct order to stop. Then an excitement when he pressed her up against the shower wall. How much fun they could have all wet and soaped up. Finally, a bit of shame and embarrassment as he leaned close to scold her.

Another direct order. Owen likely didn't even know that he was doing it. Absolutely forbidding her from doing things with the simplest of instructions. She didn't reach for him, even though she had a free hand, because he said she couldn't.

"Then, I work there, too," she suggested. Turning her head to maintain eye contact with him as he shifted her around to inspect her. For a moment, it was like they were dancing under the fall of water, and she didn't mind his eyes on her. "I can make something up. People will believe me. Your secretary, perhaps?"

RE: Boxed [Closed] - saronym - 10-29-2019

It was interesting learning the extent of his control over her in this particular venue. Both naked, soaking wet, and breathing steam in the enclosed space of his shower. Was that … disappointment? He sensed in her mind when he told her to keep her hands to herself. How interesting that she had taken it so literally.

She was still trying to convince him to take her to work with him. He could tell she wanted to enjoy the fruits of her labor. And he thought she wanted to stay close to him.

He smirked at the offer to be his secretary. He pictured her with her hair in a severe but silky ponytail with dark rimmed glasses. An image of a cute and servile secretary he might enjoy railing…

"I already have a secretary." He said playing coy. But he leaned close and nipped at her lower lip thinking of all the ways he could use his demoness that he couldn't do with his current secretary. His arousal was becoming more obvious now.

"I suppose you'll have to figure out what to do with her. However," His tone changed, he pushed her wet curls back slicking them against the side of her head. He kept smoothing the wet curls just to see the size of his hand against her head. He pictured pushing her head down. "She is rather capable and I would expect that if you rid her of her service to me that I would not find my work suffering because of it. You'll be expected to do more than play at being a secretary."

His hand moved to the crown of her head and he applied pressure, his expectations obvious. There was no denying that he wanted her. And why shouldn't he have her. It was a great day. And she was his to have.

"As you were."

RE: Boxed [Closed] - megs - 11-01-2019

Julianna sat on the end of Owen's freshly made bed and watched him finish getting ready for work. She looked the way she felt. So full of herself and so satisfied to be full of him. She wore a grin like a Cheshire cat that illuminated the green eyes of her human form. She had fashioned herself an outfit that just toed the line of professionalism. A short and tight black pencil skirt and a navy blue cardigan that had just one too many buttons undone at the moment. Black garters held up sheer stockings and peeked from the slit in her skirt if she crossed her legs. Her hair was pulled back in a high ponytail and she work black-framed glasses that she didn't need. She had seen the part he wanted her to play in his mind and liked it.

She had already gone through the motions of taking care of his real secretary. A pretty blonde woman named Lilian that she was more than happy to get rid of. No, I didn't kill her, she had had to reassure him when he felt her disdain for the other woman in his mind. Julianna wasn't so cold-hearted, she just didn't like competition. She had sent the woman on a darling vacation where perhaps she would meet the love of her life and stay away from her master.

The demoness looked up to Owen frowning at her in the mirror. She supposed it was because he did not like the possessiveness she felt towards him. It was only natural, for a pact demon. Uncrossing her legs, she pushed off of the bed and stood. Julianna decided to give him a reprieve from task of sorting through both of their thoughts and put up a mental wall of sorts that would keep her thoughts and feelings out of his mind, until he learned how to handle all the noise.

She picked up the uniform jacket he had laid out on the bed. She climbed atop the mattress in stocking feet to have the leverage to dress him properly. "Now that he's been revealed as the dirty traitor that he is-" there was a gleeful bit of mocking to her tone. "Will you take former Commander Lawson's place?" she asked, holding the jacket open for him.

RE: Boxed [Closed] - saronym - 11-01-2019

Owen was combing his blonde tresses back into his usual style. His hair was getting longer than perhaps the military would approve of. But he so hated their austere cuts, even though he himself was a rather severe gentleman. Severity or not, he did have taste. He otherwise would have left his scruff alone but he didn’t think he could get away with longer hair and the 5 o’clock shadow. He resigned himself to shaving.

While he appeared to be preening over his appearance in the mirror, his new demon was preening over herself in her mind. She was sated and overflowing with satisfaction that lapped at his mind like gentle waves on a shore. There was still something else there, a never-ending desire under her current satisfaction that was purely for him as her ... Master. It was clawing and wild and and feral. It felt unnatural to his mind.

Who was she to lay claim to him?

That wasn’t quite right, perhaps. But she was jealous of Lilian. That he had felt. So eager to get rid of her. He had no feelings for Lilian. She was an adequate secretary and he liked to sodomize her from time to time on lazy afternoons when work was light. But...did Julianna know that? He hadn’t expressly thought it until now, but perhaps she had sensed his sexual attraction to Lilian when she crossed his mind earlier.

It didn’t matter. She was disposed of much like Commander Lawson was.

They made eye contact in his mirror and then her mind was gone from him. He paused in pressing aftershave to his newly cleaned cheeks and his frown deepened. The sudden quiet in his mind was a relief but he wondered if it was a two-way street. Was he still broadcasting to her when she had shut herself off to him? He feared the imbalance between them. She was a dangerous entity and he was beginning to appreciate his mother’s concern for him. But it was too late.

She was standing on his bed, the perfect image of the secretary he’d pictured in his mind. Just the type he’d want to bend over his desk or finger under the table during a boring meeting.

She was manipulating him but who fucking cared. He could have fun before she destroyed him perhaps.

He crossed the room smelling of frankincense and a bit of pepper with a subtle hint of rose. He smelled fully like he had spent sixteen hundred dollars for a 100mL of aftershave. His face was a mask but there was a storm in his eyes as he turned around and slipped his arm down into the sleeve of his jacket that she held open for him.

“If I don’t ascend to Commander today, you’ll see to it that I do tomorrow or the next day.” He responded with a wicked smirk as he turned around again and waited haughtily for her to fasten and button everything for him.

As she was tending to him, his curiosity got the best of him, “Can you still hear me?” He asked of his thoughts. Hers were still silent to him.

RE: Boxed [Closed] - megs - 11-01-2019

It was very clear that the demoness liked what she saw in him. His slicked back hair and those stormy eyes. She looked him over appreciatively as he moved towards her. Not that she had been subtle about her interest in him at any point. It wasn't just that she found him very fuckable (which she did, immensely) but he had a nasty attitude and a bit of darkness in him. She liked that, too. Julianna was scratching at those dark desires like one would pick at a scab. Every flaunt of her power made her more attractive to him and elaborated his secret machinations. She wasn't manipulating him, not quite. She was making it easier for those deep thoughts to simmer up to the surface.

"Of course, master," she reassured with a smirk of her own. Half-lidded eyes were downcast and watching her work.

Deft fingers moved easily over the buttons to secure his jacket. She straightened his collar. Earlier, while he'd been shaving, Julianna had taken the liberty of collecting his pins and medals from the jacket he had been wearing the day before. She affixed them to his chest, perfectly. It had not been a difficult thing for her to memorize when she'd been collecting them.

She adjusted the sash to make sure is fell correctly across his chest, before tending to the next element. There was a lot of uniform to put together. Braided cords to signify different merits needed to be arranged just so to convey their proper meaning.

When she was finished, Julianna stole a quick kiss from him, while she had the opportunity. A peck on his mouth. He smelled delectable and she couldn't resist. The scent he wore was a lovely compliment to the smoky and floral way she always smelled. Like burning incense. She draped her arms over his shoulders and leaned against him. Fully expecting him to pick her up and put her back on floor.

"I can still hear you," she confirmed for him. "You have a big day ahead of you and I didn't want to overwhelm you with our connection while it is still new. You will eventually learn to control it. Like I can."

RE: Boxed [Closed] - saronym - 11-02-2019

With little to do but stand there and watch her dress him, that's what Owen did. He gazed down the length of his chest at her fingers working to fasten each detail to his uniform. There were many specific elements that had to be just right for his uniform to be regulation and it appeared that she came equipped with the knowledge.

Was it from his own mind that she gleaned the knowledge? He wasn’t sure.

She was behaving amorously towards him. Stealing kisses and draping herself around him. It struck him as possessive but not in a way that felt suffocating. He didn’t mind it and returned the gesture in kind.

Perhaps it was predictable but he locked his hands together at her lower back and lifted her easily swinging her gently around and lowering her to the floor. His hands remained clasped for a moment before he let his fingers loosen and he let go.

"I don't like that inequality." His voice was disapproving as he gazed down at her. But he didn't say anything further about it.

When she knelt down to handle the laces of his boots, he stared down the length of his body at her. Idly he grabbed her ponytail and wrapped his hand in the silky hair. “You look less yourself without the horns.” He remarked which was his way of saying he preferred the horns, though he did like the ponytail. He’d pulled plenty of hair in his day and truly it never got old, but he hadn’t spent much time yanking on horns. Though he had plans to.

RE: Boxed [Closed] - megs - 11-03-2019

The demoness giggled in delight as he swung her around. It was a sound much more suited to this human form that she currently wore. Before she was settled on the ground, midnight blue patent leather pumps appeared on her feet to complete her perfect image of a secretary. One from a pin-up magazine perhaps, but a professional none-the-less.

She smiled up at him coyly, even though his severe expression made vocalizing his displeasure sound like a lecture. Julianna shrugged her shoulders, as if to say suit yourself. She lifted the wall and opened her mind up to him again. Her possessive feelings had quieted into the more manageable but ever present desire for him. There was an excitement vibrating in her mind as well. As if she were genuinely interested in accompanying him to work. Like a puppy being taken for an outing.

He held her ponytail, but didn't tug. She continued to focus on lacing his boots so he couldn't see her smile, but he could likely feel it. With the pact and their acquaintance still so new it wasn’t difficult to please or arouse her. "They'll be back," she promised before rising to her full height. Which was slightly taller with the addition of the heels. A black peacoat materialized across her shoulders, and suddenly she held his officer's coat in her arms. She handed him a to-go cup of steaming black coffee. The green cup bore the logo of a nearby cafe.

Just a cocky display of her powers. Barely scratching the surface of what she was truly capable of.

"Shall we go?"

RE: Boxed [Closed] - saronym - 11-10-2019

A spigot streaming her thoughts turned on in his mind. He wasn't sure if he was losing his mind but he thought he felt the image she'd placed on his back tingling and burning faintly. He rolled his shoulders and clenched his jaws. Not because it was painful but because he was steeling himself to toughen up and get acquainted with her presence last he fall into the trap of being….wrong.

No.

That would not do.

He would not lower himself to being wrong.

He would just suck it up.

Her thoughts desiring him were not so bad to feel anyway.

Owen let her show off. Though his face was a neutral mask, there was no hiding his interest in her display of powers. Conjuring shit out of thin air. Neat. He thought about having an everything bagel with cream cheese as they took the stairs down to the first landing of his home.

"You should really avoid initiating spontaneous conversation until you get the feel for the place. People can be tricky. And they're always trying to figure things out about each other and use that to fuck each other. Okay? Just be cautious."

He put his hand between her shoulder blades to usher her from his house to his car and again from his car inside the menacing CAF central command base. In the early mornings the base was still shrouded in dusk-like shade. The sun rose behind the mountain the base was built into. The sun's rays wouldn't touch the building until later morning when it was approaching its zenith and when the sunset the face of the building burned with red and orange.

Owen ushered her inside the building and escorted her to security where she would be issued an employee I.D. He found it amusing to fill out the paperwork and have her photographed. Rubber stamping her fake identity was too easy. Child's play.

Once she was made official, he took her straight to his own office to work on the game plan for the day. His office was as severe as home was. Dark and heavy and sparsely furnished. Only what was necessary and not much else. The stark minimalism was his signature style.

His office wasn't as minimal as he expected it to be, as it was inhabited by his best friend. Maeve Reed, resident demonologist, arcanist, and busybody.

"Dr. Reed." He had the gall to act as if she were unwelcome. Not that it would make her go away. So rarely did his moods chase her off. Which is how they became friends. She refused to go the fuck away.

"Good morning." He didn't say anything further. Didn't introduce his demon secretary or address her newness at all.

RE: Boxed [Closed] - megs - 11-11-2019

They were connected again and she could feel him parsing through her emotions. He seemed to be pushing them into different little categories. Compartmentalizing them into sections between what he could tolerate from her right now, and what needed to be filed away for further consideration. The demon didn't bother corralling her own thoughts into something more manageable because why bother and how else would he learn.

He was going about the entire thing like a game to be won, and he certainly could if he wanted to. She nodded in understanding to another brief lecture from him. She wanted to argue, or rather, point out that she was very cute and many men would be wanting to talk to her.

She decided against it.

Julianna handed Owen a bagel when they were settled in the car.

She was not thrilled about being back in the car.

The demoness was aware of many eyes on her as soon as they entered the base together. There were many different looks. Curiosity, confusion, desire. She couldn't feel these other mortals like she could feel her master, but their faces were much easier to read. Julianna pretended to be oblivious to the attention. Owen could feel her delighting in it, however.

Julianna was turning her new, plastic ID card back and forth, watching the way it reflected the bright fluorescent overhead lights as they walked to what she assumed was his office. Her heels clicked in time with the muffled thumps of his boots at they walked together.

Two emotions sprung up at once, when he opened the door for them. A bored distaste for the plain room and a surprise that there was already someone inside.

There was a woman perched on the corner of his desk. She was pale and pretty with light blonde hair that was cut in a gentle bob around her angular face. She wore a CAF uniform that was different from Owen's. Hers had a collared shirt and a tie beneath a long jacket. She wore a skirt and did not have nearly as many medals but she had slender legs that appeared to go on and on for miles.

Julianna hated her, immediately.

Dr. Reed, as he called her, continued to read whatever she had in her hands. Something she had picked up off his desk, since it was in a black Reconnaissance folder and not a blue Research and Development one. She glanced at him over the thin frame of her glasses. "Lieutenant General Weatherfare," she replied, with a bit of sass. Unsure of why they were being so overly formal. Amusement curled at the corner of her mouth. "Or should that be Commander Weatherfare now," she continued, closing the file and tossing it back on top of the stack he had on his desk.

Standing up from the desk Dr. Reed looked at Owen, and then to the smaller woman standing next to him. Julianna's face remained neutral, but internally she was still alight with an unmitigated jealousy.

"Where's Lilian?" She asked Owen. She didn't address the other woman or introduce herself to her. "You liked Lilian. Especially on Wednesdays."

RE: Boxed [Closed] - saronym - 11-12-2019

Owen ignored the hatred that was billowing off of Julianna’s mind in aggressive gusts. He tried to push it to the side and focus on Maeve. Without making a big deal of it, he moved up to his desk next to Maeve and snatched up the file she had been so recently perusing. Of course, it was classified material that she was treating as light reading. He snapped he folder shut and stuck it under some other files. As if that would keep the meddlesome blonde away from materials that weren’t for her eyes.

Owen spread his hands as Maeve referred to him by the title he hadn’t been awarded. Yet. An impish smile spread over his features and he stood with his hip popped. A military man at ease. All the perfect angles and none of the discipline.

He moved over to Maeve and fluffed the ends of her bob cut. It was an intimate and idle gesture. And then he placed both hands on her slender shoulders. He could feel the heat radiating off of Julianna. “Then I suppose congratulations are in order for me."

“We’ll have a drink.” He decided suddenly and moved away from her. He had a drink cart in his office tucked against the wall close to the sitting area that faced the window. He selected a Scotch and poured three shots.

“To celebrate my promotion. Lilian’s promotion. To mourn the loss of her tight ass.” He sighed wistfully thinking of the many things he had bent Lillian over to sodomize her. Including the corner of his desk that Maeve had been perched on.

He gathered the three drinks together in a triangle between his fingers and walked them over to his desk to set them down. “ And to celebrate my new assistant, Julianna, of course.” Owen gestured grandly at the woman he had all but ignored since entering Maeve’s presence. “Isn’t she something?” He asked Maeve. “She comes highly qualified from a school for secretaries in Nova Scotia.” He turned to Maeve speaking more confidentially about Julianna as if she were a prized show dog. “The place was run by a bunch of sadistic nuns. So naturally I don’t expect Wednesdays will change much for me.”

He was of course lying and being a complete ass but that wouldn’t stop him. It was amusing to make things up.

Would Maeve believe him?

It didn't matter.

He'd enjoyed saying the lies and that was good enough for him.

“Julianna, this is Dr. Maeve Reed, head of Research and Development in Arcana and my long time friend.”

RE: Boxed [Closed] - megs - 11-12-2019

Julianna's neutral mask cracked on the surface for just a moment. Her mouth twisted in a grimace and her brow furrowed as she was bombarded with a series of images of Owen enjoying idle times with Lilian. They were as clear in her mind as he remembered them. Long blonde hair all twisted up in his hands as he thrust into her again and again. She could hear the feminine, ardent moans of the woman she would never meet.

Neither of the blondes in the room were paying enough attention to her now to notice this change in her countenance. Busy enjoying a bit of friendly banter. Julianna cast her gaze to floor when Owen touched Dr. Reed. Missing the part where she casually bat his hands away from her. Maeve playfully rolled her eyes at him while Julianna simmered in her envy. Owen touched her so freely and there was an affection for her that Julianna couldn't place.

Julianna knew it was the pact and the feeling of possession that made her jealousy crescendo. She tried to subdue the feelings. They would even out, in time, as they settled into their connection.

"Fascinating," was all the Doctor had to say to Owen's falsified tale of Julianna's history.

Maeve plucked one of the drinks that Owen brought from the desk but didn't sip it. Instead, she held it loosely in one hand. She crossed the opposite arm beneath her breast and rested her elbow upon it. She was looking at Julianna now and the demon could see that she had violet eyes. Unusual, and pretty. The way she tapped the glass against her bottom lip, painted matte red, made it appear as if she were critiquing Julianna. Like one would a piece of art.

"It's lovely to meet you, Dr. Reed," the demon said politely, though her tone was chilly. Maeve smirked at her. Julianna didn't like that at all.

Maeve sipped at her scotch in time with Owen and Julianna noticed a whole host of similarities between them. "She's pretty," Maeve commented.

They were both taller than Julianna. Maeve matched Owen but only because of her heels. They both had shimmering blonde hair that transitioned from pale yellow to gold and fair skin. Their gazes were calculating and detached as they assessed her from head to toe. "Lilian was pretty but required so much extra training. Perhaps, this one will be a quick learner." They all new without the heavy subtext that Maeve was not talking about filing and taking messages. It seemed to Julianna that they both knew that Owen chose his secretaries for other reasons.

Maeve picked up Julianna's drink and moved to hand it to her. The demon hesitated to take it from her out of spite. She glanced at Owen, and knew he had expectations of her that included being charming with his pretty blonde friend. Julianna's fingers unlaced from the top of her thighs and she held out her hand to retrieve the glass.

Except, at some point, Maeve had pulled a length of delicate silver chain from one of the many pockets of her uniform jacket. So, instead of the drink she had expected, Maeve let the chain slip from where she had held it concealed between her fingers and the glass and let it fall over Julianna's hand and settle on her wrist.

The metal burned on her skin. Julianna hissed in pain and stepped away from the other woman. She pushed at the charmed metal with her other hand until it fell off of her and coiled on the floor where it looked harmless.

Julianna held her injured arm against her chest. Looking to Owen for an explanation to such an insult. A betrayal.

Maeve upturned the last of the amber liquid into her mouth and set the empty glass back on to his desk. "Fascinating," she said again.

RE: Boxed [Closed] - saronym - 11-13-2019

Owen could feel Julianna parsing through his thoughts as if she were flipping through his diary. Just like Maeve had been flipping through classified materials meant for his eyes only. He felt like he didn’t have any privacy. Nothing was his own.

It grated on his nerves and he felt himself grinding his jaw.

And then Maeve, Dr. Fucking Reed, just had to go and do that.

Whatever that was.

Julianna’s pain seared through his own mind and he thought he could feel it himself. He cringed in pain, straining his neck at an awkward angle as the pendant fell away from Julianna onto the carpet at her feet. He slammed his glass down on the desk. It shattered under his hand spilling Scotch and cutting into his palm. The alcohol burned the lacerated flesh on his hand and crimson sprang to wear he’d been cut.

“Fuck.” He cussed the whole series of events and then gestured frustratedly at Maeve, his hand dripping blood onto the carpet.

“You just had to, didn’t you. And now look what you’ve done.” He blamed her nevermind that it was his own temper that cut his hand.

He looked at Julianna, then. She bore a look of betrayal, confusion, and pain. “Well, I suppose your disguise wasn’t that good afterall. I told you this was a bad idea.” He laid some of the blame at her feet as well.

RE: Boxed [Closed] - megs - 11-16-2019

Maeve appeared oblivious to the commotion she had caused. Her phone was in her hands, and she was tapping away furiously. Making notes about the outcome of her little experiment. Thoughts and discoveries. Theories and conclusions. Quickly, before she lost them and was on to the next test, the next thought, the next invention. She didn't even flinch to the sound of his fist and shattering glass or his angry words.

The pain Julianna felt was overlapped by the injury Owen sustained to his own hand. As they experienced these events simultaneously they intensified. Too much, and too new. Julianna put up her walls again, even though Owen had commented that he did not like the imbalance. He'd been complaining about privacy, and she had felt that too. There was only so much she could do to spare him the overwhelming responsibility of having two entities in your head.

Maeve's eyes went to the hand Owen pushed in her direction, but her fingers continued moving over the keyboard. She ended her notes, clicked off the phone and put it away. She grabbed Owen by the wrist and peered at his injury. "I think you might need stitches," she commented, blandly, before releasing him.

"Your disguise is fine," Maeve reassured her. Not because she was trying to absolve the demon of any of the blame Owen was splitting with her, but because was impressed. "It's perfect, actually. One of the best glamours that I have ever seen." Maeve adjusted her glasses. "I'm just not as easy to trick as the other idiots around her. She must be very powerful."

Maeve moved to pick up the amulet again, and Julianna stepped away from her. She gave the arcanist a wide berth as she moved back towards Owen, seeking the comfort of her master, even though he had scolded her.

"Your hand should be fine," Maeve said, and when Julianna glanced at her wrist, there wasn't a mark upon it. "I don't know why you thought you could get a demon by me," she said to Owen. "Did you think I wouldn't figure it out, Commander?" She threw the epithet at him in a teasing way again. As if it had been part of the reason she'd pieced together the identity of his new companion.

RE: Boxed [Closed] - saronym - 11-17-2019

Owen glared at the rims of Maeve’s glasses. Her gesturing with them was not lost on him. They were enchanted no doubt. He did not like this. If she had them, other people could too. He wasn’t able to focus long on the tricks Maeve had up her sleeve because his mind went blank of Julianna again. The sudden loss of her was another jolt to his mind. He felt like he was being jerked this way and that and he did not like it one bit.

And yet his demon was slinking over to him seeking his comfort. He held his arm out letting her crowd under it and he pulled her next to him protectively despite his frustration with her.

“Well this has been an eventful morning, Dr. Reed. Why don’t you get some work done and leave me to mine? I expect I don’t need to remind you of discretion on this matter.”

Maeve was dismissed but hadn’t yet left his office. Owen looked down at Julianna, trying to visually assess her state since she had cut him off from her mind. She seemed like her pride was wounded. She seemed betrayed and a bit angry.

“The usual place for lunch,” Owen reminded Maeve as she exited the office.

“She’s an expert demonologist.” Owen explained to Julianna when they were alone. “You tricked them all but the expert, not bad, but not perfect either. How’s your arm?” Meanwhile his bloodied hand was drip drip dripping blood onto the rug.

RE: Boxed [Closed] - megs - 11-17-2019

Maeve was gone but Julianna was still upset in the aftermath of her presence. Her arm was fine and all the was left was the ache of her wounded pride. The demon hid against Owen for as long as he would let her. There was a solace in his embrace despite their being relative strangers to one another. Like everything else with their pact, he was her master and that was enough. His grasp on her was defensive in its own way, and she liked that too.

Owen was correct in his assessment of her, even without the benefit of their connection. She felt betrayed by him and by his friend; feeling like Owen had let her walk right into a set up. As if he had been intentionally trying to test her abilities and she had gotten hurt for it.

Her master was hurt, too. "I'm fine," she answered. She took him by the wrist and inspected his hand herself. A simple cut that she was able to heal with a bit of magic. Healing wasn't her speciality, and it was only something she could do for the person she was bound to. Wounds any more grievous than this would require the medical attention of an expert.

Julianna was still stewing over the encounter with Maeve. Reminded of her jealousy, as well, now that the pain was gone. She kept her mind blocked off from Owen, and restrained herself from prying into his. Only accepting the passive thoughts and emotions that washed over her.

"You didn't warn me about her," the demon snapped at him. "You should have told me that you had a-" she paused, falting over the word for some reason. "-a friend with her knowledge." Julianna pulled away from Owen and tugged at her short skirt to straighten it out. Her ponytail bobbed as she turned her back to him, continuing to ping-pong the blame between them. They were supposed to work together.