Fifty-Eight

Demetri's P.O.V.

I groaned as I rolled over, feeling the heat of the sun on my bare back. Flashes of red with a large man towering over me came to mind. I watched as he smiled, the long pointed teeth seeming familiar but still unsettling to me. The large horns on his head were unlike anything that I had ever imagined.

"You wish to return?" He said his voice like a multilayered growl. I bowed my head respectfully as he stared down at me with amusement.

"Yes, Sire."

"You have fallen in love with a human? That makes you useless to me." I held my head down as his voice grew louder, signaling that he was getting closer. It didn't matter how powerful I was. He was stronger than anything to be found in any realm.

I could feel my magic pulsing beneath my skin as he drew near.

Suddenly, a large splash of cold liquid doused my body, and I sputtered as I spit the mud from my mouth.

"Is he drunk?" A soft voice asked as I rubbed my hand over my face, trying to remember what I had been dreaming abo