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Bain: I could feel her mind whirling in the dead of night. Jacob is plaguing her mind, and something tells me she is running multiple scenarios of what happens next through her beautiful mind. Jacob doesn’t deserve a place in her mind, he doesn’t deserve anything from her ever again, and I hate to admit it, but knowing she is thinking of him in any way has my demon rumbling with jealousy. If I don’t get him under control, he will surface and f.u.c.k her until she never lets that bastard cross her mind again. “What are three of your favorite colors?” I asked quietly. My fingers reached out to touch her. Since she has been here, even in the hospital, I often have to reach out and touch her to make sure she is real and that I am not back inside of the darkness that Saint freed me from, stil