The next morning, I awoke to being tangled up in the blankets, Aamon's arm draped lazily over my abdomen, his leg also draped over mine resting between my legs. Trying to move his arm, he pulled me towards him, hugging me tightly as he rolled over to his side facing me. I tried to wriggle out from underneath his arm but was only pulled even closer, so my face was now pushed into his rock-hard chest.
Aamon's skin was warm against my naked flesh, snuggling into him, I gave up on the idea of escaping and decided to just enjoy being in his arms a little longer. I could feel Aamon's breath in my hair and hear his soft snores as he slept peacefully. I brushed the tips off my fingers over his side and watched as he moved under my touch. I loved his body and loved how his demon side responded to being touched or maybe he was just responding to my energy.
After about ten minutes of my fingertips gently exploring the tight mu
Agatha motioned with her hand for me to follow her, I obliged walking up the stairs and onto the veranda. I was surrounded by Coven members, looking over at Aamon behind me, he looked extremely uncomfortable. I could tell he could feel the negative energy surrounding us just as I could. When I stepped up the last step, I stood directly in front of Beryl and Agatha.Agatha's eyes flickered to Aamon and her lips twisted up into a smirk before her eyes flickered to mine. We were standing so close, forced even closer when Michael stepped behind me. His hand gripping my forearm. I could feel the heat penetrating into my flesh as he used his element, trying to burn and scar my flesh. Instead of screaming in agony though like a normal person, I looked over my shoulder before looking down at his hand that was gripping my arm.He jerked his hand
Agatha's hand moved to fast for me to stop her. Her fingertips brushing my neck just below my ear before her palm lay on my cheek. I gasped in shock at the so-called gift she was giving me. I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head, seeing only darkness, until I was taken back to the night, my parents were killed. That dreaded night that I wish would stop haunting me.My house was engulfed in the darkness of the night. I was standing out the front of my house, a knife in my hand, only it wasn't my hand, I recognised the opal ring that was on the index finger. It was Agatha's hand, that was now pressed so lightly on my cheek. The knife she was holding was cool to touch and the same knife that was plunged into my father's chest the night he was murdered. I could tell she was waiting for someone. The night was dark, only the dim street lights in the distance created any light. The moon was high in the sky, I could just make it out between t
The apartment felt cold or maybe it was just me knowing, what I was going to do. But it definitely felt darker and colder than I remember, different. This place was home for the last few months, we had put ourselves in a little bubble when we were here, a safe little bubble. I was about to burst that bubble, completely destroy the happiness I craved and wanted with him. This place now only held lies and deception.My heart felt like it was being crushed into pieces, shattered never to be put back together. Aamon's face, as we stepped into our familiar sanctuary was sombre, the same as mine. I thought I would feel healed, whole after dealing with my Coven but instead it left only more questions and more heartbreak, with the revelation that I was blinded and fooled by the one person I wasn't sure I could live without, I would have to try though. I still had Becca if she will have me and now, I have the Coven to focus my energy on. I could do
EpilogueIt has been 2 months since, I avenged my parent's and took over the Coven. Two months since I killed the man I loved, and Two months that I have still felt his prescence lingering haunting my soul, tugging at it. I'm still haunted by the memeories and I have been trying to pick myself up piece by piece, the pain has now become bearable.Time cannot erase the pain that is consuming my soul, the darkness that comes with each breath, shoving me deeper into my own mind where all my darkest thoughts reside, waiting in the shadows ready to rear there heads when I feel at my weakest. I have grown to like their whispers, keeping me company. The only person I knew who could help and relieve them was now dead forced to the underworld dead, and by my hands. Since everything it hasn't all been bad though, I had hope that things would soon get better. I j