Facing Demons

Killian

I couldn’t make Sera understand the gravity of the situation. There were no secrets I could spill to her that would change the outcome of our fates. No, those were sealed. And the dream she described were similar to the dreams I’d had since the night I’d torn her from under Gabriele De Luca’s dead body and brought her here.

But I hadn’t ever been the one in the coffin. No, it was always her.

And every night I replayed the scene in my dreams trying to find a way to stop what I believed was inevitable. In the beginning, I knew better. I knew not to let myself get tangled up in Seraphina. Now, I found myself wandering my house in the middle of the night, again, unable to sleep because of something she’d said or done.

Sera had a way of ripping me to shreds. She was right. She was always right. Everything I did was to further my agenda, to stretch my empire and put my enemies in shallow graves.

But I couldn’t tell her why, because that nagging ache in my chest every time I looked a