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Jace

He stands and pushes Cupid back.
"Please respect boundaries." He says.

Rayah

Cupid smirks and pushes Jace back, "Boundaries? Since when were there boundaries?" He smiles evilly.

Jace

"Don't push me." He threatens, standing his ground. "Unless she does something first, I don't want you touching her. You could really hurt her and the lives inside her."

Rayah

Cupid Laughs, "I can touch her all I want. She's my sister." He smirks, crossing his arms.

Jace

"If you love your sister, if you respect her, you won't touch her." He says.

Rayah

"Huh? Of course I love her. But you arent my father. You can't tell me what to do." He smiles evilly, leaning against the wall.

Jace

"I'm the father of what's inside of her right now." He replies. "I have a say in that."

Rayah

"What's inside her. Not me." He smirks, slightly chuckling.

Jace

"Yeah." He says. "So I can make the decision of what, if I see threat, touches her and what doesn't."

Rayah

"You just don't get it." He explains. "Your not her father either. You can't say anything about her, or make any rules revolving her." He shrugs. "That's why I can do whatever I want."

Jace

He looks to Rayah for back up, too frustrated with Cupid to say another word.

Rayah

I'm still pretty lost in my own thoughts, still on the floor. I hear someone call my name and I snap out of it, not knowing what was going on. "Huh? What?"

Jace

"I don't want him touching you." He sighs. "He won't listen because he says I'm not your father."

Rayah

I nod, "I don't really care. He's just my brother." I sighed, standing. I brushed myself off. "And ew. It would be really weird if you were my father." I chuckled.

Jace

He flashes a smile at her ending comment and shakes his head. "FIne."
He gives up and plops back down on the couch, sighing.