We had to wait two days until my Aunt Isla was back from her trip to Greece. It seemed that even after her sister's murder, she was wanting to continue her trips to exotic locations. It didn't sit well with me, but everyone grieved differently. For her, it appeared that she wanted to stay active in society and travel around the globe.
I had seen photos on her social media pages of her out and about over the past two months. Besides a phone call to see how I was holding up a month after I found the bodies, the funeral, and the visits to the lawyer's office to settle the will, I hadn't heard much from her.
She had seemed irritated by the fact that she hadn't been left with anything, but when I asked her afterward, she stated that it was just how the family worked. She said she had expected it. Everything was passed down to the next generation, always. Not only was she linear to my parents, but she had no kids of her own.
If she needed to get away and be alone to g
The looming white house was in pristine condition, with bright green vines growing along the side, covering from the dirt to the roof. The clean-cut lawn and perfectly trimmed rose bushes matched her personality. Bright and bubbly, with high standards.Everything she wore or owned, had to be top of the line. If it wasn’t name brand, it was personally designed just for her. Every time she visited my parent’s house, she would spend a solid hour a day nit-picking everything my parent’s owned or pushing them to hire help. She loved that, calling them ‘the help’. To her, other people existed in the world to serve her and her materialistic needs.I scanned the surrounding area one last time before moving toward the front door and pressing the bell. Nerves swarmed me as I was filled with a sense of deja vu. I could sense darkness in the house, something I had never been able to do before.There was something inside the house made me feel n
My tongue was tied as I stared at my aunt. Her lively summer dress and perfectly styled hair were contradictory to the words leaving her lips. Magic, let alone dark magic, still seemed so foreign. It didn't help that the only proof I had was the demon permanently bound to me. I had yet to see it for myself, let alone knowingly cast it. Perhaps this was all a hallucination from the stress and trauma I had endured when my parents died. I shook my head as I debated reality. The cup in my hand began to tremble against the saucer it was on as I began to shake. The sound of the porcelain clicking together filled the room. "Are you telling me that my parents thought I would grow up to be evil?" It was both a compliment and an insult at the same time. To be so powerful that I would be a threat, and yet, so untrustworthy that they would hide my powers from me, even as a baby. None of it made sense to me. How could you take a gift like that away from your own child? How could you not trust y
The trip back home was quiet. Demetri looked ready to kill me when I told him that I didn't ask my Aunt how to break the bond. I understood his anger, but I also knew it was for the best. He wanted to be free, but he also wanted it to happen after he found a way to trick me into being with him.There was just something about her or someone in her house that I didn't trust.I immediately made my way to the kitchen for a cold glass of water, needing a moment away from the brooding and dangerous man following behind me."This conversation is not over, my little witch." He growled out. I had been ignoring him most of the car ride, just needing time to think. How would I find answers now unless I sold myself to the devil and made a deal with one of Demetri's contacts? "You state that you could not trust her. If she is the threat, we need to eliminate her as soon as possible."I shook my head and placed the glass down on the counter. "It's not that simple, and
I received an unhealthy amount of pleasure watching Demetri squirm as we walked around the grocery store. After making him sit in the car while I purchased some clothes for him, I finally got him into normal-looking attire. It was fascinating to watch just how much he disliked it.The first shirt I got him in burned up, right off his body. He literally set it on fire without as much as a flick of his wrist.It reminded me that I also needed to get a new dresser or sand down the mark he had left behind when he first spoke to me in my bedroom. I had thought it was just dirt at first, but after a closer look it turned out to be scorch marks across the polished surface.After several tries, and his refusal to let me enter the store without him again, he finally gave in. His soccer dad look kind of worked for him, in an 'I'm going to rip your head off if you mess with my kid' kind of way. The constant sunglasses he wore, even inside the building, ca
"Ms. Hastings, that is a very serious accusation." Detective Sullivan grumbled at me, not seeming to care about the fact that I had just been in a car accident. His biggest concern was that I had ordered him out here and disrupted his day off. "I understand that! That doesn't change the fact that my parents were murdered a couple months ago, and now my brakes were tampered with!" My voice rose, and multiple heads turned. It seemed the police department thought it important to send out an extra patrol car or two since my family was one of their largest donors. Of course, I was considering cutting back on our annual donation the longer it went with a lack of attention on my parent's case. "We will need to have your vehicle inspected before we can make the claim that this was attempted murder." He added, and my jaw tightened. "And when will that be done? How long will it take before you start questioning any potential witnesses or pulling the footage from securi
"You appear troubled." Demetri's voiced from where he stood in the doorway, breaking me from my thoughts, and I turned to face him. I rolled my eyes. Demons. They just didn't get it. "Yes, most people become troubled when someone tries to kill them." My voice was thick with sarcasm, and he narrowed his eyes at my tone. "That is not something I am familiar with. I am normally on the other side of this." His right eyebrow lifted, and a cough rattled through my chest in surprise. Did he just make a joke? The corner of his mouth twitched as I stared at him. "Ah, of course. How could I forget? You're the hunter, not the hunted." "See, now you're getting it." He gestured his head for me to follow him out of the attic. The visit with the lawyer had gone well, but I didn't have it in me to watch the people come take away my parents' belongings for donation. Packing it up was hard enough, but watching it get taken away was something that I just wasn't ready for. After they left, I stowed
I had been failing to study for over twenty minutes before I finally gave up. Demetri shifted on the couch next to me, and the temptation to look down to see if he was turned on by the couple fucking on the large flat-screen TV was too hard to resist. He had remained silent, but it was the loud moaning and groaning that could now be heard, even with my headphones in, that was distracting. A quick flick of my eyes over to the man next to me confirmed that his were locked on the screen, only his eyebrows were pulled together. Would it be an invasion of his privacy if I were to take a quick peek? As the person that he was trying to convince to be his mate, I think that entitled me a small look to see what he was offering. If I were trying to get a guy to be with me, I would dress to extenuate my features in hopes of him seeing something he liked. Maybe a low-cut shirt or a tight pair of jeans just to give him something to look at that he would want to think about when I
"Tell me, Demetri," I turned, pulling my leg onto the couch between us. "How exactly would that go?"He tilted his head back with a devious smile on his face. His eyelids relaxed as he stared at me with excitement. "You want to hear all of the ways that I can make you scream, little witch?"The deepness of his voice with the softness of his whisper made me swallow hard. The sound of the two strangers fucking on the television did nothing to help the way he was making me feel. My thighs pressed together at the open invitation in his tone.He made it clear a week ago that he wanted to mate with me. What that entailed, I wasn't sure, but a little harmless fun couldn't hurt… unless he liked pain. He was a demon, after all.My lips parted as I tried to think of a way to answer without destroying the mood. I needed a release after the stressful past few months, but I wasn't sure this was the best way to go about it. If I tried to pick someone up at a bar