Tobys cabin

[Toby]

"Please don't lie to me" isay softly "please....I..I want to know what's going on. I love you!im here to listen and help. Please, tell me what's wrong?" I beg

[Jamie D'vart]

"Why, so you can yell at me again?"

[Toby]

"I'm sorry" my voice is small full of sadness "I just want to listen to you I wanna be here for you. I know fucked up. I shouldn't have snapped at you, but the truth isi was jealous. Cloud.. he's swave and rich and French and I'm just a fucked up old soilder. Just please let me in."

[Jamie D'vart]

"I--" He deflates in the face of this reform. "I don't... I'm coming home. tonight. Okay?"

[Toby]

"Ok...." I wait a momenrb "i love you ill
Pick you up and we can get milkshakes ok?"

[Jamie D'vart]

"...yeah, sure. I'll text you the flight info."

[Jamie D'vart]

Jamie sits in the lounge at the airport, watching passengers accumulate for the flight back to the states. there sure are a lot of burly, muscular types. I'm glad Toby's not a bodybuilder. Too much muscles can be kind of weird looking. He's just right: muscular enough to be strong, but still flexible and lithe. Like a swimmer. Why am I thinking about Toby's body, ugh, brain think of something else, stop obsessing over your boyfriend. He's not even here! I wish he was here, though. I wish... well.  That's beside the point. Anyway.

Sipping a latte, Jamie looks up to see Jean-Claude making his way towards him. Oh no. He's bound to have heard about last night. He's going to be so mad....

[Clad VanDan]

"Hey hon glad I cought you" I smile "I'm so sorry about yesterday I thought Sara told you in advance!" I sigh "I should know better girl doesn't have a thought in her head. Look I get that you want to go home and that's fine but look...you're flight doesn't leave for 6 more hours, I managed to get your meeting with that curator moved to today you can still make it in the art world if you go now. No funny business just art ok?"

[Jamie D'vart]

"You're... not mad?" he asks, his voice soft, fragile. "You still... want to represent me? I'm sorry I couldn't... I thought I could make it in the art world but..."

[Clad VanDan]

"I'm not mad baby. But I will admit I had expected you to take the easy path to fame as so many artists do, but the fact you're willing to work extra hard to stand by your morals, well I must say I'm truly impressed!"

[Jamie D'vart]

"It... it was okay when it was just you but... I was really scared when you left," he admits. "Maybe... we go a little slower? And, and I'll meet with the guy from the louve, that's why I came all this way, I'm happy to do it."

[Clad VanDan]

"I'm sorry pet I should have been more careful with you" I say helping him up. "Come let's go to that meeting and after we can discuss what you want us to look like ok"

[Jamie D'vart]

Jamie tosses the rest of his latte as they head out. This is okay after all, he decides. Dixon doesn't know what he's talking about. 

[Npc]

The ride is quite but easy. The town car bringing them to the same office block as the luv curators office though they head to a building in the back. There's two men waiting for them along with some of Jamie's art. One jestures to Claud and he steps away to speak to him in French with Jamie chats happily with the "curator" after a few minutes Claud excuses himself to the restroom the gentle man he was speaking with leaving as well to show him the way. Once outside the man pays Claud 10 million and he leaves. Better to take the money and run before they realize how much trouble he his to control. And just like that Jamie's sold to Marshall Carter and Dark, provayers ofexotic lovers and oddities.

[Jamie D'vart]

Jamie becomes nervous as soon as the man leaves. Again, he's left alone with strangers, ones who don't seem interested in a conversation with him. Instead, they pull a gun, forcing him into a limo; in the back, one of them removes his trousers, and Jamie knows, with a horrible realization, that he's been rented out again as a whore. If not sold outright. 

Later he recalls thinking, very distinctly, "fuck it." He may even have said it aloud. That's the last he recalls before he relinquishes control, letting his wolf and his fae nature do as they damn well please. 

The car crashes, but he walks away unscathed. His fae nature prevents anyone from panicking or even being upset, anything but a blissful calm as he walks past them, a dog let loose by a horrible car accident, one that left the bodies inside mangled and torn into pieces. Nobody troubles themselves about a dog, especially not once he finishes licking the blood off his fur.