"Hold her down. Or else, it's not going to work." The dark one hissed at Samael. Samael put his arm back into the bathtub. With tears in my eyes, I watched as Fay began to fight. My nails dug into Adrian's arm, who held me back with one arm around my shoulders. "Stop." I whispered with a shaky voice at Samael's rigid back. He tensed up more. "She's going to die." I said as a tear escaped my eye. For a moment, Samael's appearance morphed into that of Satan, but he quickly regained control, although more tense than before. His eyes remained fixed on my best friend, who was fighting for her life in the bath. She trashed and thrashed, and water splashed everywhere. It was a wonder there was still enough in the bath to drown her. To drown her. Sammi was going to drown her. The dark one next to Samael looked absolutely delighted. His eyes were gleaming with glee as he stared down into the bathtub, ignoring the splatters of water that hit him in the face. Panic constricted my heart
"What the actual fuck?"A female voice startled me awake, and I found myself sprawled in a field of grass. The sun's warmth enveloped me, soothing my skin with its gentle heat. The grass beneath me wasn't prickly, but soft instead, and I stretched my arms out, relishing the comforting sensation."What are you doing here?"Annoyance simmered within me. I finally had a moment of peace and quiet."Anna, can you shut up and let me-"My words trailed off when I realised what I said.My eyes flew open.Standing by my feet, clad in a yellow summer dress, was Anna. She stared down at me, alive and well. "What the fuck? What are you doing here?" I asked with shock. She was supposed to be dead."I could ask you the same thing." Anna replied, as if she really couldn't believe I was here. Looking around me to actually check where 'here' was, I realised I didn't recognize this place. "What are you doing in the demon realm?" Anna asked when a frown settled on my face. I had no recollection of comin
"She's meant to return tonight, right? 24 hours was the deal?" I heard Adrian ask softly. "Yes." Sam affirmed, his voice directed at me. "What are you going to do? Your wife will be with child." Adrian asked next. "I don't know. I don't really care." Sam replied solemnly. Adrian sighed. "She will be fine, brother." "She was dead." Sam sharply said. "Was. She IS alive." Elle quickly interjected. I heard Sam sigh. "Will you help me? With what I've asked?" "Of course." Elle replied. I frowned. Sam asked Elle for help with something? "As soon as possible. After Micah's funeral." Sam directed at her. I stirred. Micah! Micah's will! "I'm going to get some food. Do you want anything, brother?" Adrian asked, before I heard the unmistakable sound of someone stretching. "I would love some fresh OJ." I croaked hoarsely. I felt the energy in the room shift to shock. My eyes opened just in time to see Sam literally jumping at me from the end of the bed. "You're awake!" He shouted with a
His words gained meaning when he pushed his body into mine. My body exploded with fire. "But I can't. You're too weak. You need to heal first." He asserted firmly. "I feel fine." I lightly replied. Sam's grin near my ear only fueled my warmth, and I wasn't even embarrassed to say that I was a thirsty bitch. I needed to forget everything about me. "You died a few hours ago, Fay. If you say you're fine one more time, I will..." Sam warned in a low murmur, his weight still pressing into me. "You will what?" I challenged as my hands roamed his bare chest. His skin was cool and firm, and the few scars that stood out on his skin felt rugged. His scars made him even more attractive. They felt like prizes on a trophy. "Well, I don't actually know." Sam sighed out, "I don't know how to punish you. It seems like an impossible task, because you either enjoy it, or fight everything that I do." Grinning against his neck, I felt Sam tense against me. His thumb slid over the soft skin of my nak
Happiness surged through me as I glanced at the closed door, unable to contain the smile spreading across my lips. The warmth lingering in my body only fueled my anticipation for tonight's plans. Perhaps a shave wouldn't be a bad idea. I could wear one of the lingerie sets to surprise Sam. With newfound energy coursing through me, I leaped from the bed and practically dashed to the bathroom. Yanking on the shower handle, I set the water to hot and wasted no time slipping underneath the searing stream. I washed my hair and kept the conditioner in as long as I could while shaving everything that needed to be shaved. Once I was done, I felt like a brand new person. The cabinet in the bathroom contained all my favourite products. Sam had moved everything from my small bathroom into his, and I grabbed my favourite body oil with a small smile. The black room was steamy, and the dark red towel fit around my body snugly. I placed one foot on the edge of the bathtub and I carefully oiled
My fist lashed out instinctively, connecting with his ugly head. His head snapped back, but he quickly regained his posture and bared his teeth at me. I didn't care. My fist flew out again. I didn't have time to process his expressions or contemplate my actions; I just kept striking. My feet joined my fists, and I managed to kick him against his knees. A chilling sound escaped him as he stumbled, and he grabbed my hair with one fist and yanked on it so hard, my head smacked against the bathroom wall. The impact momentarily blinded me, but I gritted my teeth and snapped my head forward to hopefully break his nose. A sickening crunch followed, accompanied by a howl of pain, and I followed up with another blow from my elbow. He released my hair, but grabbed my arm instead, and knocked my legs out from under me. My feet slipped on the wet floor, and my body crashed down with a hard whack. My elbow absorbed most of the impact, and I cried out in agony when I felt a blinding pain going t
The cold water kept cascading down my leg and provided some relief to my burns, gradually easing the pain. Despite the throbbing sensation in my elbow, I tried my best to ignore it. "I need you dressed for that." Sam said with a serious tone. He leaned back to meet my gaze, cupped my cheek, and kissed me tenderly. "I left the hunt and told the boys to finish it. The forest will be empty by now." He then left the shower, walked into his bedroom, and walked back in within five seconds. He held a lot of lack fabric in his hand. Quietly stepping out of the shower, disregarding the pain in my elbow, I let the towel fall to the ground. I felt Sam's eyes on my naked body. Holding out my hand to put on whatever outfit he had chosen, the fabric never landed in my open hand. "Sam." I spoke up, meeting his gaze. His eyes remained fixed on my body. "What?" He asked absently. "My clothes?" I raised an eyebrow in inquiry. "Right. Sorry. I forgot. You tend to have that effect on me." Sam said
The marine king sprang up and dashed away without a backward glance, heading straight for the lake. Was five minutes enough time to make it? Judging by the looks of the demons around me, it wouldn't. They would make sure they would run as fast as they could to get to him. They would not let their prey escape. The urge to bite my nails became almost overpowering. Patience was never my strong suit, and it seemed the same went for the demons around me. Some were shifting from foot to foot, others flexed their fingers or eyed their knives eagerly. The tension in the air was palpable, each demon eager to partake in the hunt. Shea stood across from us, her hawk-like gaze surveying the scene around her, until they her gaze landed on us. She seemed to figure out the relationship Sam and I had. Whatever she saw, it didn't please her. I pressed myself closer to Sam the moment I felt a change in the atmosphere. "Go." Sam commanded, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. Like so