[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

For the first time in months, Esme’s dreams were nightmare free. Something had somehow held the things that normally plagued her dreams at bay. Maybe it was from how drained she became after becoming a demon nuke. She had slept through everything going on in the house, not hearing a thing. She didn’t even wake when Cason leaned over her with his face just inches from hers and stared at her. At Cason’s voice and touch, her eyes fluttered open and landed on Violet, who was still nuzzled under her hand. She blinked the sleep from her eyes as she breathed in deeply, soon regretting it when she felt how sore she still was. 

She then felt someone leaning over her, not realizing it was Cason at the moment. She suddenly lifted her head to see who it was, banging her against his and hissing in pain. Pushing him back a bit, she pushed herself up and swung her feet off the couch, being careful not to kick Violet as she sat up. Holding her head with one hand, she looked over at Cason and winced a bit at his appearance. “Dude, you look like crap.” she said in a pain filled voice. She placed her other hand on her pounding head and leaned back into the couch, and closed her eyes. 

She fell silent as her thoughts drifted to when she lost control of herself, and what had happened to the demons that were in the house. Then thought about Cason’s appearance and sighed heavily. “You just barely made it through the blast, didn’t you?” she mumbled. Moving her hand over a bit, she looked at him again. “How did you survive it?” As she waited for him to answer, she gently massaged her temples to try to lessen the pounding of her head.