Sarsha hasn't changed one bit.She's still unremarkable, aside from that rather mortal flare of beauty that is typically unique among them. She has a naïve nature too, which as a mortal, can be found cute. If she was a pureblood immortal, however, she would survive less than a few moments before someone swallowed her whole. Maybe that's why this experience has been so...fun.It was over a year ago when I met her. She came into my life to trick me, but instead, I tricked her. After a night to ensure the plan came together, she left my life thinking she was pregnant. With my child. Now that Fate and I have stopped colluding, I'm here to finally clear the air."Finally come to gloat?" she asks flatly."Where's Asher?" I question, strolling in through her home brazenly. She's not going to kick me out of this...rather beautiful home. It's small, though. "Did I scare him away?""It all scared him away. I couldn't lie to him, and you knew that," Sarsha says distastefully. "So, he left. He le
I lie in bed, enjoying the morning.Hermione is out of the room, leaving me in silence. I've been enjoying the peace before everything erupts into that craziness that will be escaping this place. Quite honestly, I'm not putting my faith in this working. I don't trust Damon all that much, even if he has been getting on my good side for whatever reason, and who knows if Shinee will be reliable. Especially convincing immortals to help.A knock rapts on my door, making me flinch. Without me calling out, the door opens, and Damon waltzes right in, a book tucked under his arm. He's dressed completely head to toe in white, matching those milky eyes of his."I bear gifts," he announces, as I pull myself up in bed, leaning back against my headboard. Thankfully, I decided to sleep in a night gown last night, and not completely bare.No way would I be able to look him in the eye again."I'm hoping it's the key to get out of this place," I say airily, although I already know there's more to it th
AidanaI dress quicker than I ever have.Hermione is nowhere to help me, as I pull myself together enough to come face to face with immortals. I may be one of them myself, with powers of my own – which I rarely use – but they intimidate me. They are confident, and judgmental and use their abilities without a care in the world. I'm jealous of their ability to not care about what they do and who they do it to. The moment I step into my foyer after barely putting on clothes and running a brush through my hair, I bump right into Damon. I don't think I will ever be able to look him in the eye again after what he walked in one. I can barely forgive myself...I've never done that before. No one has ever made me feel that way before, and it's frightening. If Shinee can make me feel that way, then who knows how I'll be able to react near him? "Don't say anything," I mutter under my breath, eyeing him suspiciously. I don't know what I'm going to do, considering I doubt he's going to keep his
I'm mortified.Each piece of paper glares at me, my own eyes staring into my soul. No one has ever done anything like this, that I know of, in my long years. People paint pictures of me and hang them in churches to support their beliefs, but nothing ever so...personal. There is nothing in the way I'm portrayed here that would suggest a loyal follower. Here I'm hardly even modest."I can explain," Damon says lowly, his tone steady. I tear my case away toward him, anger bubbling up within me. How dare he make these. How dare he appear to me like anything other than a helpful acquaintance who only wants freedom from me. Not...whatever this is."Take me back, to my mate. You can explain in front of him," I say softly, turning to face him, not bothered as the paper crumples beneath my feet.None of this is right.Damon's jaw clenches, turning his back to me. Wordlessly, I follow him back through the small, secret exit, emerging back into the library. I breathe in the familiarity, the other
Sound buzzes persistently in my ear.My head is spinning, a sour taste on my tongue. All I can register is heat, beating down relentlessly upon my back, right through whatever sheer outfit I must be wearing. My face is pressed against dirt...or maybe that's sand. It's burning hot, whatever it is, it coats the inside of my mouth, turning it uncomfortably dry, only accelerating my thirst.Memories flood into my mind all at once, making me wince. I'm not exactly sure where I am, as that was never a part of the plan. All I know is I'm no longer with the Moon, but on immortal soil.We executed the plan what felt like days ago, but was only seconds. We got everyone together, they harnessed their magic, and here I am, Hermione, having taken my place. The magic still vibrates through me, my own having been stilled to the point I doubt it works anymore.I force myself to look up.I'm in a desert. Red sand slopes up and down for miles, glimmering with golden specks under the relentless sunlight
Damon. That fool. He must have gone out to get us food and failed. There's blood seeping from a crimson wound on his head, staining his white hair an ominous color. My throat turns dry, as the weight of the situation falls upon my shoulders.How am I going to save Damon without any of my power?There’s no remedy to this situation that comes to mind. Damon is set in front of me, utterly unconscious. Two of the girls linger around, waiting for me to summon powers from within me that don't currently exist. But I have to save Damon. I need to heal him because, without him, I don't know how I will survive down here. Maybe I can heal him with what knowledge of the body I have, but I'm doubtful that will do anything. "I can't, I'm not lying. Please, you need to get him a doctor otherwise he will die," I beg, feeling a cry rise in my throat. I refuse to let it spill out, but it pushes at me, threatening to burst out at any moment. I let that fuel me, to get me angry. Maybe I can get out of
Days have passed, and I'm starting to feel more comfortable.Shinee has been suspiciously respectful, or at least that's what Damon thinks. He has been cautious ever since arriving in Shinee's home, which I can't blame him for. He's in the presence of a very powerful man with no powers at all, and no mate bond to protect him. Even if I don't know Shinee's motive yet, if he even has one, I know it's unlikely he will hurt me, considering I'm his mate.We sit eating breakfast, Damon absent like he always seems to be. If he didn't come knocking on my bedroom door every night before I sleep, I would be convinced he ran away. Shinee doesn't seem to be too bothered, though."So what's the plan now?" I ask him, chewing on the end of a strawberry. Shinee sits opposite me across the table, watching me eat but never touching anything but his tea.I've been keeping an eye on his habits.He has a rather simple lifestyle for someone who has the amount of power that he does. On the Moon, I always as
Damon has finished his magical light show as I approach.Stalking across Shinee's backyard toward where Damon stands, looking out to the mountains in the distance, dusted with snow, stars sprinkled above the peaks. Ignoring the dew soaking my bare feet as I walk, I concentrate on Damon's back, a million thoughts streaming through my head. What did I just witness? It was like a beam going up into the sky, like nothing I've ever seen before.He hears my approach, glancing over his shoulder before I even have a chance to come to a standing point behind him. For a split second, his eyes are milky, before he blinks, and the color vanishes. He knows I saw, but doesn't jump to defend himself."What are you?" I hear myself say, although the sound doesn't appear to belong to me. I can't tell if I'm frightened or not.Damon loosens a sigh. "Aidana, what are you doing out here-""Tell me what you are, Damon. Are you contacting the Moon?" I question, looking up into the night sky, wondering where