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Help Her

Sequel to Protect Her, Love Her, Hold Her, Keep Her, From Her, With Her, Beside Her, and Near Her. Thirty years and three children later, Quil and Claire have settled down and settled in to their happy life together. But when an old enemy moves back into town and threatens a member of their family in a way no one could have predicted, how will they keep him safe?

I am SERIOUSLY running out of titles here. I'll need some suggestions when the sequel rolls around. So read the prequels. Please. Or else this will be extremely confusing.

8. Chapter 8

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Her eyes widened. “No. You can’t.”

I sighed and pulled her against me, hugging her close. “Claire, I have to.”

“No. No, you don’t.” She pushed me away and turned so I couldn’t see her face. I clenched my fist.

“I wish I didn’t, but, Claire, it’s our son.”

“You can’t do this alone. I won’t let you!”

“Who else can? Embry won’t let the pack, it was all I could do to convince him to let us. Leah can’t. This family can’t… look, Claire, it’s just the Cullens. Everything will probably go just fine.”

“What if it doesn’t?” She whirled back around, glaring at me. “What if I loose you?”

“I… sweetheart, I wish there was another way. I really, really do.”

This clearly was not going to cut it. She advanced towards me, her eyes afire, heart-stoppingly beautiful but also kind of scary.

She walked until she was inches from me and extended a finger directly between my eyes, jabbing it against my forehead for emphasis. “You are not allowed to leave me. You promised,” she hissed. “Not for this. Not for anything. Send Leah. Don’t be such a damn hero.”

I was doing my absolute best not to break down and change my mind, or beg for mercy, or apologize. Because I was genuinely sorry. I didn’t want to break a promise. Not one I’d made her. In fact, there was nothing I less liked the idea of. But I couldn’t let the vampires ruin my son’s life like they’d ruined mine. “Claire, I am… I don’t want to do this. But I don’t have a choice.”

“You’re going to go back on your promise.”

I couldn’t bring myself to speak. I tried an ashamed nod, but didn’t even have the guts for that.

She punched me in the face. Hard, as hard as she could, though it didn’t really hurt. At least not physically.

I tried to reach for her hand and she yanked it away from me.

“You lied to me,” she whispered. “You lied. You said you weren’t going to leave me, and you are. What if you die? What if I never see you again?”

I didn’t have an answer.

She continued. “Or what if you come back? I’m still not… I can’t… how am I supposed to trust you after you lied to me, Quil? I love you. You know that. But it’s not fair, that you can go back on your word, go risk your life when you said you wouldn’t, just because you think that’s the only solution to this problem. You can’t pick and choose. It was an unconditional promise and I expect you to keep it.”


“No. You can go and do this. Risk your life, break your word. Come back here or don’t. Either way, you’ll know that I’m never going to trust you again. Or you can stay where you belong, keep your promise, and we’ll act like this whole thing never happened. Those are your options.”

“He could die, Claire. He could get killed fighting a vampire. I love you. I can’t say no to you. If you want me to stay here, I will. I have to. I can’t… I’ve worked so hard, so hard, to earn your trust. It’s selfish, but I won’t lose it. I can’t bear that. So I’m going to do what you ask and stay here, if you insist. But this is his life.”

She growled angrily. “Fine. I don’t… you’re right. You’re right. Go.”

“Thank you,” I whispered.

There was a silence, and I turned to the door.


I turned back to her at the word. “Yeah?”

“I don’t want… to leave… like this. Quil, I love you. And I’m… I wish I hadn’t yelled at you like that. But I’m not going to be able to bear it if you don’t come back, so you’d better run for your life if it gets dangerous. Or, God help me, I will dig up your dead body and kill you myself. Understand?”

I smiled and nodded, biting my lip at the look in her eyes. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me fiercely. “Goodbye, Quil.”

“Bye, sweetheart. I love you. I’ll be home soon.”

“You’d better.”