THE URGE TO KILL HER

DEMONTES’ POV

I couldn’t recall what had happened to me but when I was able to get my mind together, I saw myself tied to a chair all bloodied. That bitch Freya must have tortured me and wiped the memory of her doing so. At this point, I wasn’t just upset, I was furious with her. I had wounds on my body I had no memory of but they still hurt the same.

I pulled at the ropes she had me tied up with and each time I tried to yank them off, it was like something burned my skin. I knew then that the ropes were not ordinary ones; she must have cast a spell on them. But that didn’t deter my anger to try to get out of them. If only I could get my hands on her, she would then understand what it meant to test a man like me. I would teach her to understand that her powers meant nothing against my anger.

I watched her walk into the room with that nonchalant look of hers that meant she didn’t care about anyone else but herself and her goals. I couldn’t help the growl that grew in my chest and rumbl