Dean Pleads His Case

Dean’s vehicle rolled up to the diner’s parking lot and saw the standoff. His enforcers cornered her as she left the diner. He clearly saw her gauging her odds of escape from so many.

His vehicle barely stopped before Dean was out of it and walking determinedly toward her. “Kiera, we need to talk. Now.” This wasn’t a tone she’d ever heard from him in all the years she knew him. His tone made it clear he wasn’t asking or pleading, he was stating a fact and there was no way out of it.

Dean could see her flight response was in full swing and he needed to lower that without triggering her fight response. This wasn’t a place which would welcome or accept a ‘furry’ incident. Those too often ended in fighting, blood, and property damage.

“You resisted understanding, then when you did, you pretended it was all in my head. Now, you want to slap a bandaid here and there. It doesn’t work that way, and you can’t understand because no matter what, it doesn’t aff