[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

At Cason’s confession, Esme had turned her face away from him, laid her head on the floor and closed her eyes. No wonder Dean was so irate and went after Cason, trying to kill him. She sighed heavily as she laid on the floor, still under the weight of Sarah. She knew Sarah would not let her up until she was completely free of her rage, but she had finally released her arms. Esme lifted her arms and put her hands on her aching head, feeling Sarah’s snout under her chin, and her breath on her chin and neck. She could still feel rage coursing through her, but not as bad as it was, thanks to Sarah. 

The heat that had been radiating from her body had died off, which meant she wouldn’t go nuclear any time soon. Then she heard it and a groan escaped her lips. Cupid had struck again. Moving her hands slightly, she looked at the stairs as she heard the faint melody traveling down them. Her eyes went from the stairs to Cason as he quickly stood from the couch. She watched him as he moved around the room, then painted the sigil on a door. She recognized it from the hotel room they had all met in. Cason was planning on banishing Cupid. Esme turned her gaze from Cason to Sarah, their noses almost touching as Esme looked at her. 

She removed her hands from her head and sat them on Sarah’s neck, then gave her a hug. “I’m good now. You can let me up.” she told her softly, giving her a pat. Sarah nuzzled Esme before slowly and easily lifting herself off of Esme and moving to the side. Esme slowly rose to a sitting position, then got to her feet with the help of Sarah. She leaned against Sarah for support, feeling drained from feeling so much rage and having it hit her so quickly. Her attention went back to the stairs when she heard the melody come to a stop, then sighed deeply as she looked over at Cason again. “When do you plan on using that?” she asked him. “And how close does he have to be for it to work?”