Jessa walks out of the door of her 2-story ashen colored Greek style home. She stands on her large front porch supporting her frame on one of the six enormous columns adorning the face of the house. Headphones in place, she curls one leg back then the other stretching before her routine Sunday morning 4-mile run.

She reaches the massive iron-clad gates that close her property to the public and easily opens the unlocked human size steel gate situated to the side. She is standing on the sidewalk of an old money run down exclusive neighborhood. Jessa is always in awe at how beautiful she finds the overgrown yards with their huge willow trees, leaves eerily blowing in the breeze. The homes in the neighborhood are mansions ranging from colonial to greek to gothic style like the one across the street. None of the homes seem to have been renovated since their existance centuries ago but their is something genuinely enchanting about their authentic condition.

Jessa must admit, most people would have turned tail scared as shit just driving into this neighborhood. There was a thickness of something wicked in the air that tries to drown you as soon as you pass the access gates. She reflexively touches the amulet lying beneath her red long sleeve running shirt. The amulet dissipated the sufficating fog of evil immediately after she put it on when she passed the entrance that morning a year ago. The lawyer told her the amulet belonged to her and warned her to wear it at all times after she received it. Being the stubborn person she is, she decieded she'd put it on when she was good and ready. A gift from parents that knew she existed and where she was but never wanted to see her. Ever. Not until they were both dead was their existence revealed to her. 

"Fuck no! I'm not wearing it." She told the lawyer. " Maybe I could hock it for some dough." The Micheal-Clarke Duncan looking son of a bitch lawyer looked at her intensely dead in her eyes and told her.

"It is NOT a gift from your parents. It BELONGS to you. If you sell it, it will be your funeral and the unfortunate person who buys it." Then he roared with laughter and shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't care either way. So, her dead parents that didn't want her left her an amulet that belonged to her anyway and a huge mansion in the middle of Creepsville, USA. That was her impression a year ago before she arrived. Now, this place is her home.

Jessa feels the amulet burning against her skin and knows Garrett is close. For some unknown reason, it burns hot against her flesh when he is around and not totally in an unpleasant way.

"Hi Jessa."Garrett's deep friendly voice greets her from the mailbox of the large Goth style home across the street. Garrett looks like your typical goth. Black skinny jeans, AC/DC black T-shirt over a long sleeve gray undershirt and black combat boots. Jessa finds him to be pleasant, friendly, and sexy confident. He has a vertical "throat cut" or "hanging" scar spanning the length of his neck and never tries to cover it up. Although, he is not self-conscious of it, she has never asked him about it. Thinking it might bring back unwanted memories for him.

Jessa smiles admiring his silky black pass the shoulder length hair whipping around his handsome face. He's dark eyes which Jessa would characterize as black even though she knows people don't have black eyes stare at her appreciatively. Yep. She loves when he looks at her like that. He's the reason she wears short running shorts that hug her plump ass cheeks and barely keep them from spilling out even when the weather is 60 degrees  in late October.

Garrett is always out on Sundays to greet her before and after her run.

"Good morning, handsome." She answers and watches his smile widen. He is so adorable. She enjoys flirting with Garrett, he never flirts back only smiles. Most 23 years olds would be trying to fuck her with all the flirting she does but not Garrett. That turns her on even more.

"I'm coming to collect my Sunday morning hug, Garrett." He opens his arms. She jogs over to him, wraps her arms around his waist while his arms encircle her shoulders. The familiar intensity of the pleasurable burning from her amulet on her chest when Garrett touches her feels so good.The heat flows to her core, moistening her panties. And that pre-cumming sensation, the one that feels like you only need one more pump or your clit rubbed one more time or one more grind against his dick while dry humping to orgasm is soo delicious. She wonders if he feels it too.

Suddenly, the hot burn turns to a cold heat on her flesh and she is aware Ren is near without seeing him. His sexy Asian ass probably wearing one of his dark gray or black tailored suits that outline his fit physique so nicely. Ice cold blue eyes peering at her under his long black bangs. He treats her like a parasite. Like she doesn't deserve to be in his presence so unlike his brother. But, that doesn't take away from the fact that he is a good-looking motherfucker.

Holy Shit, she thinks, as the combination of the hot and cold is burning the amulet through her chest, like it wants to embed itself under her skin. Painful pleasure.

"DAMMIT GARRETT!" Ren yells. Their physical actions stop. Jessa was mildly aware of what was happening. Garrett's hands cupping her ass grinding his erection against her core. His silky hair tickling her neck, warm breath whispering in her ear. Her hands fisting his shirt as she moaned in appreciation meeting his pelvic rhythm.

She looks up to see deep purple lust filled eyes.

"Fuck me." She says in a barely audible whisper. His eyes darken even more. He lowers his face, Jessa licks her lips slowly ready to consume his pink lips with her full brown ones and taste him.

"GARRETT!" Ren yells again. Garrett freezes and closes his eyes tight.

"You.need. to. go Jessa. Now. Please." His plead is so desperate that even though she wants nothing more at that moment than to rip his clothes off and ride his dick, she complies. Without thinking twice, she takes off on her run.

Ren slaps the younger brother on his head.

"The fuck are you doing?" Garrett rubs the offened area and gives his brother a cocky grin.

"Jealous?" Ren puts an arm around Garrett's shoulders and lowers his voice.

"Cut the bullshit Rett. You fucking know what Patrick would do if he just saw that. If you care about her, you'd leave her the fuck alone." Garrett knew damn well what kind of creature Patrick was. That's the reason he told Jessa to go and fought the primal desire to do as she had asked him and fuck her.

"Fuck you Ren. You felt it too. The need to be with her gets stronger when you're around."  He stares down the street at the direction Jessa hauled ass running.

"The hell is she?" Garrett asks.

"I don't know Rett but we need to stay the fuck away from her."

"Why? Cause Patrick says so?"  He ask harshly, staring in his brothers eyes defiantly. Ren huffs.

"Rett, you know how lost we were in this world. Patrick saved us. Gave a fucking purpose to our gifts and a place to belong. We owe him."

"Fuck him. He's a sick motherfucking being and we're only helping him fulfill his perverse obsessions. That's what you call fucking purpose? I'm only here because of you Ren but I'm getting pretty fucking tired of this cult wannabe family shit."

Ren runs a frustrated hand through his long bangs.

"I know. Just hang in there. We'll figure something out. Just don't rock the boat. Okay?"

"Ren, I want to find out what and who she really is. I don't think she knows. Help me." He begs. Ren furrows his eyebrows.

"How?"

Even though, they are technically half-brothers, they are as committed to each other as any full blooded siblings could be. Ren would do anything for his brother, Garrett. The need to survive in this life is what has them in their current situation. They had been homeless since their mother passed. Garrett was 12 and Ren was 16. Living on the streets, not knowing where their next meal was coming from, where they would be sleeping that night, if someone was going to try to rape them, or beat them. It was a shitty life to say the least. So, when Patrick showed up and offered them a permanent place to live, a meal three times a day, and most importantly knowledge and training on using their powers, Ren jumped at the chance. His brother would be safe. That's all he cared about. All they had to do in return was help Patrick once they were trained. Now, Garrett 23 and Ren 27, they've had a warm bed to sleep in, their stomachs have not known the emptiness of hunger, nor have they had to worry about confortations of any sort for 9 years. Yes. They sacrificed their morals and ethics but Ren has accepted the fact that him and Garrett are evil beings. Being spawns of a cambion ( offspring of a demon and a human) whore and an incubus (a demon that takes the form of a male in order to have sex with human women), what else could they be but evil.

"Astral project us inside her house. Let's look around." Garrett answers. Ren takes a deep breath.

"This little project will make you happy?" Garrett smiles and nods his head.

"Yes." He knows Ren acts like an ass at times but would do anything to make him happy. Ren smiles back.

"Okay. One time. Then you're on your own."

"Thanks."

"And Rett." He looks at his brother seriously."Be careful and stay out of Patrick's sight."

"I will." He says with a huge goofy grin. Ren has never seen him this enthusiastic about anything, not even when he feeds on souls. "Can we go now while she's still out running?"

"Yeah. Now is actually a good time. Patrick's still getting ready. We're leaving in 30 minutes to go hunting."

Astral projection, one of Ren's gifts is the ability to assume an "astral body" separate from the physical body and travel through different dimensional planes. Ren has mastered this power and is able to bring someone else with him.

On the wooden floor in Ren's room, the two brothers sit indian style facing each other, holding hands, eyes closed. Their spiritless bodies in suspended consciousness.

Their pure, naked spirit entities pass through the locked front door of the Greek style home without difficulty.

Garrett stops to browse around the massive, empty home noticing only small hints that the place is currently occupied; shoes at the foot of an enormous white marbel spiral staircase, keys and a half empty bottle of Kentwood water on an antique side table.

"This isn't a fucking parade of homes. Hurry the fuck up Rett." Rett shrugs his bare phantom shoulders.

"Fine. We need to find her room." That proved to be an easy task. It turns out to be the room with the colossal double doors etched with symbols to ward off demons. These type of warding spells never work on Ren and Garrett. Although, they are partially demonic beings, they've come to the conclusion that the small part of them that is human must neutralize the constraining spells.

They enter a room that is as expected for a 25 year old woman. A large dark mohogany wood dresser with a tri-fold mirror is littered with lotions, make up, jewlery,perfume, and pretty little trinkets for decoration. Bras and panties hang from the dresser handles. Garrett wonders if the panties are clean. At this point, he wishes he was there in the flesh so he could properly take in the essence of Jessa, smell her scent and touch her belongings.

A matching king size sleigh bed with an overwhelming amount of plush pillows is the focus point of the room. There are two side tables on either side of the bed. On one, there is a vase shaped lamp with purple roses painted in the center with a light purple fabric shade. An out of place rusted iron chest rest on the other side table. The same demon warding designs are craved into the chest. What confused and peeked the brothers curiosity was the symbol that contained the lock at it's center.The same symbol that is a tattooed birth mark on their left inner thigh- an encircled triquetra symbol. The lock is all grey iron. Garrett's tattoo is plain with the bottom right tip purple and Ren's is plain with the bottom left tip blue.

The bedroom door slams open and Jessa sprints to the bathroom. Ren and Garrett's spirit forms follow her. She seems distressed. She rapidly removes her long sleeve running shirt to reveal a bright pink sports bra that showcase her full breast. She stares at the vanity mirror clutching right above her chest.

Jessa cut her run short, only running 2 miles out of her regular 4. Something is going on with the amulet. It wasn't bouncing around like usual and when she tried to dislodge it hoping it was just stuck on her bra or shirt, it wouldn't budge. Her anxiety shot through the roof and she ran home to see with her own eyes what she already knew happened. She felt it occurring when she and Garrett were grinding on each other and Ren was near.

Jessa takes a deep breath looking at the hand sheltering her amulet. Ren and Garrett are watching her concern. She slowly removes her hand, all three colors are burning bright on each piece of the iconic triangle. The bottom right tip purple, the bottom left tip blue, and the center a fiery red. The triangle is encircled by a ring of gold.

She feels that intense mixture of heat and cold she only gets when they are present.

"Garrett? Ren? Are you here?" She looks around the bathroom and does not physically see anyone. She does notice a sort of shift in the air by the bathroom entrance and gazes at it for a while, hand caressing her pendant. She is unaware she is glaring right at the siblings. Garrett and Ren exchange perplexed expressions.

She eventually turns her attention back to the charm on her chest. Jessa tries to pull it but it is as she knew it would be. The back of the amulet has fused to her skin. Tears start running down her cheeks.

"What's happening to me?"

Garrett and Ren watch as her body falls limp to the ground and she emotionally breaks down. She has no one. At least they had each other.

"We need to get back now, Ren. I have to come help her." Garrett expected some resistance from Ren. A "that's not a good idea" or a "Patrick won't like that." What he got instead is them sitting back in Ren's room and Ren urging him.

"Go. I'll take care of Patrick. Go help her." His clear blue eyes full of concern and compassion.

Running into the bathroom, he cradles her in his arms. She wraps her arms around his neck and hugs him tight. She buries her face in the crook of his neck, her tears flowing freely.

Only the sound of her soft sobs fill the room as Garrett carries Jessa to her King size bed. He sits on the bed, leaning his back against the pile of plush pillows. Jessa straddles his lap and moves her arms around his hard chest. She rest her head on it listening to the comforting rhythm of his steady heartbeat while Garrett gently strokes her back.

Garrett nor Jessa are in any hurry to disentangle themselves. They retain this soothing position for what seems like hours.

Jessa finally sits up and looks into Garrett's onyx eyes.

"How'd you know?" He wipes her wet cheeks with his fingers.

"Know what, baby?" She closes her eyes and says.

"That I needed you." Garrett cups her face in his hands. She leans into the warmth of his skin. He rubs his his thumb over Jessa's luscious lower lip wanting to kiss her but knows he can not. Thankfully the glowing on her chest distracts his mounting desire to taste her lips.

"Jessa, what is this?" He tentatively touches it not knowing if it will hurt him. Jessa looks down at Garrett's hand above her breast touching her amulet. She smiles. She felt the usual burning it emits when Garrett is close but this time it is a consoling, comforting warmth that is coarsing through her body.

"It's my amulet." She smiles sweetly at Garrett.

"It let's me know when you and Ren are close." Garrett grins at her.

"I know. We feel it too." Staring at each other, Garrett feels his dick harden as his hand moves between the crevice of her generous breast. The heat runs to her core. She starts rocking back and forth on his lap enjoying the way his hard dick is rubbing her.

"Fuck Jessa." He whispers. He wants to kiss her lips so fucking bad and knows she wants it too. He gets close enough to rub his lips lightly on hers and feels the rising ecstasy that comes when he feeds on souls. Eyes going a deep purple, he quickly moves to her neck where he sucks and bites her roughly squeezing her breasts hard.

"Ahhh..." Jessa's head goes back exposing more of her neck and she leans her chest into his hands. Garrett leaves a path of red circles as evidence of where his mouth has sucked and bit it's way down to Jessa's breasts. He rips the sports bra that is blocking him from the objects he is coveting and overfills each hand with a beautiful large chocolate breast.

Garrett looks up at Jessa who looks sexy as all hell watching him biting her full lower lip, eyes glowing a dark red and grinding his dick so fucking good. He lowers his head and engulfs a succulent mound in his mouth.

"Mmmm..." Jessa moans as his other hand kneads and pinches her nipple.

"Damn Garrett...I.need...you..now.." She breaths out fumbling with his belt. He releases her nipple from his mouth with a slight tug and lays his forehead on her chest. He holds her hands still at his belt buckle.

"Fuck baby. I can't." His tone is sorrowful. Jessa notices she can not only hear his sadness in his voice but she can also feel it through the pendant. She lifts his face to look at his troubled black orbs. She wants to console him like he did for her. She tries to kiss his lips but Garrett moves his face to the side. Confused, Jessa ask.

"Don't you want me Garrett?" She attempts to move from his lap but he holds her in place by her hips.

"I want you. I know you feel it." He smirks at her as he slides her hips on his erection.

"But.." He stares at her for a minute. Jessa waits patiently for an explanation.

"Jessa, lets cut the B.S. Do you know what you are?" She unconsciously touches the amulet. Tears fill her eyes as she focuses on Garrett and answers him honestly.

"I have no idea." She turns to look at the old rusted chest sitting on her nightstand.

"But I know where I might be able to get some answers." She climbs off the bed and goes to her dresser. She puts on a fitted yellow tank top and retrieves a key from another drawer.

"You didn't have to put on a shirt on my account hun." He says with a grin. Jessa can't help but smile back. She cocks her hip to the side and points an accussing finger at him.

"Listen you. I ain't forgotten. After I open that chest, you still gotta tell me why I can't have all that sexiness," Jessa waves her hand from his head down to his crotch, "inside me."

Garrett laughs. "Yeah. I'll tell you what we are."

Jessa stands over the chest, she runs her hand over the top, then the triquetra shaped keyhole.

"Why haven't you ever opened it?" She closes her eyes.

"Because it's from my parents. Did you know them?" Garrett shakes his head no. He saw them plenty of times but never spoke to them. Patrick had forbade him and Ren from doing so. They were friendly people, always smiled and waved "hello" and "goodbye".

"I was pissed off at them." She turns to Garrett." How the fuck do you have a daughter in this fucking cruel ass world and leave her to fend for herself? Then when you fucking die. What? You leave me a huge ass house, set me up with a trust fund so I never have to fucking work again, probably leave a letter in that chest explaining why you fucking abandoned me, how it was something that needed to be done for my safety. Well Fuck them. It's not going to be that easy." Garrett's strong arms wrap around her as she speaks through sobs."I'm not going to forgive them for a shitty childhood that easy." Jessa didn't expect her emotions to resurface full strength like this. She thought she was over the childhood beatings, molestations, and cruel punishments.

"You need to open that trunk baby." He says softly. Jessa moves out of his arms wiping her eyes.

"I'm a fucking emotional mess today." Garrett stands next to her, his hand massaging her shoulder. She puts her hand over his.

"I'm glad you're here handsome." He kisses the top of her head. Jessa puts the key in the lock and lifts the top, they both peer into it.

"Hmmm.." Jessa reaches a shaky hand in and pulls out the envelope addressed to her.

"Pretty big box to house just a letter." She says.

"Yeah."

Jessa sits on the bed, white envelope in her trembling hands. Garrett sits next to her shoulder to shoulder.

"You want me to leave you alone with this?"

"No. Please stay." She intertwines their hands together while contemplating her name written in elegant English script.

"I won't go anywhere." He assures her.

Jessa finally musters enough courage to open the letter.

THE LETTER:

Dear Jessa,

If you are reading this we are dead.CALL THE LAWYER. Tell him you opened the chest and are ready to hear everything. CALL THE LAWYER. We are not your parents, we were your guardians. CALL THE LAWYER. Ren and Garrett Knight - KILL THEM OR SAVE THEM. CALL THE LAWYER NOW!

Jessa turns the piece of looseleaf around. She checks the envelope for more.

"That's it! That's fucking it! Just a fucking call the motherfucking lawyer!" Jessa crumbles up the paper and throws it across the room.

"Baby." Garrett reaches for her hand. Jessa is pissed, not crying pissed but full fledge fire coming out her ears, wanting to hurt somebody pissed.

Garrett's phone vibrates and chimes. He gets it out his pocket to see a text from Ren: Lunchtime for you in 5.

"Fuck." He breathes out. Still holding her hand, he says.

"Jessa, I need to go but I'll be back tonight as soon as I can." She turns to look at his apologetic expression.

"It's fine." No longer feeling the need to be consoled. "I'll call the fucking lawyer."

"Alright baby. I'll check back with you. We'll figure this out." He kisses her forehead.

After Garrett leaves, Jessa just stands in the middle of her room. Her rage increasing to an unregistered level, a mixture of anger and frustration and disappointment. She runs downstairs to the kitchen where there are lots of things for her to break.

There is a deep dark blood red glow flowing out of her eyes and fingertips. She feels like she is about to explode. Unable to control the brewing emotional storm, Jessa yells.

"AHHHHHH...." Crimson red rays shoot out of her mouth, eyes, and fingertips turning everything it touches to ash. She feels like she is burning from the inside out, she can not end it. Anxiety and fear replace her original anger.

"I'm gonna die." Is her last thought before she passes out.

Jessa wakes up 2 hours later, drained and disoriented. Sitting up slowly, her eyes focus on the landline phone. She crawls to it, picks it up, and her fingers automatically dial a number.

Someone picks up the phone after one ring.

"Did you finish your tantrum, little girl?" An unbelievably deep voice ask from the other end slightly amused. The Lawyer.

"I want to know everything." She says weakly.

"My office. Tomorrow. 2 O'Clock. Bring the Knight brothers." His baritone voice always reminds her of a lion roaring. He does not wait for Jessa to confirm, just hangs up.

Ren is at home resting on a black leather recliner after hunting with Patrick. His job is to locate and help capture victims for Patrick using his gifts of astral projection, supernaturnal agility, speed, and strength. Ren is a deadly weapon used by Patrick so he can fulfill his insatiable greed for violence and sex. His prey are both men and women, Patrick has a taste for both. During desperate times before he had Ren and Garrett for help, he used to stoop as low as engaging in bestiality to satisfy his cravings.

Garrett is in the basement performing an act of mercy on one of the two poor souls who had the unfortunate luck of being deemed an easy and desirable target today. Patrick takes sick pleasure hearing the screeching terrified screams as Garrett gorges on the souls leaving behind only a lifeless human form. They should consider themselves lucky for just the thought of the blood curling sinister acts Patrick does to his playthings if they survive to Day 2 would make any human go batshit insane.

Ren's tranquil state is interrupted by a knock on the door. He rushes to the door not wanting anything to disturb the happenings in the basement.

"Dammit Jessa." He whispers harshly. He knew it was her before he opened the door. Jessa's breath is taken away by how fucking sexy Ren looks. She's never seen him not wearing one of his dark tailored suits. Here he is, in dark gray slacks, no tie, no jacket, just a powder blue dress shirt buttoned down to show his hard chest and outline his sculpted arms.

She is instantly wet and thinks she is going to have to fuck someone soon because between encounters with Ren and Garrett, her pussy is aching for dick.

Jessa hardly realizes that Ren is pushing her away from the house into a barely noticiable small door nestled next to the garage. A room only used by Garrett and Ren when they want to stay out of sight. It has a second door that connects to the basement. Ren pulls a string and a dim light illuminates a closet size grimy empty room. Ren grabs her shoulders.

"You shouldn't fucking be here Jessa."He scolds her. His gorgeous ice blue eyes watching her intently. He's always had a strong attraction to her but is able to resist it. He has never been this close to her, able to smell her feminine scent and have a close view of her beautiful face. He lowers his head to avoid her eyes that are begging him to do naughty sexual things to her.

"Damn." That didn't work. Now, he sees her hard nipples poking through the thin material of her tank top. Ren's dick is so hard.

Jessa moves closer so her breast are flush against his chest.

"Fuck you Jessa." He says before he attacks her lips. He lifts her up by her plump ass. She wraps her legs around his waist as Ren slams her to the back of the cold cement wall. Jessa fist a handful of his hair plunging her tongue deeper into his mouth. The rhythmic grinding of his cock into her clit is agonizingly good.

Garrett steps in through the other secret door to find this horny display. His cock immediately goes erect at seeing Jessa's long sexy legs wrapped around Ren's middle, her hips gyrating into Ren's dick. Ren's groans blend with her soft moans of erotic pleasure. Garrett can not help but to start stroking his dick over his jeans to ease the overwhelming desire to take Ren's place. The heat of his presence is what makes Jessa finally reach her climax.

"Mmmmm....Ga..rre..tt.." She says breathlessly as luminescent crimson eyes bore into dark purple ones.

Ren's pants get bathed in her sweet smelling essence as her body releases a much needed orgasm. Ren gently places Jessa on her feet, her eyes never leaving Garretts. She moves out of Ren's hold and walks to stand in front of Garrett. Droping to her knees, she removes the hand that was doing the stroking. She unbuckles his pants with one purpose in mind- sucking his big dick till he cums in her mouth.

"Fuu..cc...kk... Jessa." He says as she takes his whole manhood down in her mouth. His hands automatically reach for her head not wanting to lose the amazing sensation. Jessa prides herself in knowing how to suck a man's cock. She maintains a steady pace with her hands chocking the base of his cock while her tongue and lips swirl up and down the top until she feels his dick jerk and his cum flow drown her throat.

"Ho..ly..Fucckkk!" He came so fast he didn't get a chance to warn her. Jessa sucks him until no more of his seed comes out.

Ren looks at his brother with a cute lopsided grin.

"How was your first blow job?"

"Fucking incredible." He manages to get out between breaths. Jessa is still on her knees. The triquetra tattoo on his left thigh has caught her attention.

"Baby?" He ask. Jessa cast her eyes up, Garrett helps her to her feet, pulls up his pants, and wraps his arm around her shoulders.

"You okay?"

"Yeah."  She smiles at him. She turns to Ren. "Do you have one too?" Ren nods his head slowly. "So, we are connected in some way." She pulls down her shirt to show them how her amulet has began to entrench itself further into her flesh. This morning only the bottom was fused to her skin. Just now she felt it further bury itself into her. They stare at the glowing pendant.

"What the fuck Jessa?" Ren asks. She looks between him and Garrett. "The Lawyer said he'll answer all our questions tomorrow at 2 in his office. You both need to come. This concerns you too."

"We'll be there." Garrett says. Ren runs a frustrated hand over his face. Garrett looks at him pleading.

"Fuck. We'll be there. Jessa, you need to get out of here." She  winks at Ren.

"Thanks for the release sexy." Ren frowns at her in fake anger because she knows he enjoyed it as much as she did.

"Go." He commands with a smile.

She gives Garrett a tight hug which he returns. "Thank you Jessa. That was fucking amazing." She gazes into his sincere eyes.

"It was my pleasure handsome." She places his handsome face in her hands and kisses his lips lightly.

"See. I don't bite." She gives him a seductive look and lowers her voice. "Unless you ask me to." She winks.

"Fuck Jessa. Go!" She lets Garrett go, cocks her hip to the side and points a finger at Ren. He is worried and anxious so she foregoes her smartass comment.

"Fine." She says sternly. She opens the small door and hurries across the street to her house.

Garrett is confused. Although he felt the exhilarating pleasure when she kissed his lips, he did not drain any of her soul.

Hope fills his heart.