Demetri's P.O.V My arm moved along the wall, feeling the water-like thickness in the air. Even with my hand in it, I could not feel myself or my powers. It was as if the spell had chained away my beast. Was this what it felt like to be mortal… to be human? Is this weak form what Seraphina preferred? Nothing was appealing about the way my body was forced to take in air, and my vessel was steadily decomposing with each passing second. It was a terrible inconvenience, and it was no wonder humans did not live as long as other creatures. "You won't find it." The female voice behind me caused me to jump. I cursed myself for turning my back on the unknown witch. Without my beast, not only could I not hear as well as before, but I also couldn't sense anyone around me. Seraphina could have left, and unless I heard the door, I wouldn't know. My eyes passed over the shopkeeper and immediately found Seraphina staring in disgust and awe at the skull of a Fae that was hanging from a small stand
Seraphina's P.O.V.As soon as we arrived back home, Demetri walked away from me, inspecting each room in the house. It made me feel good that he was so serious about our protection, but at the same time, if anything happened to me, he would die too. It was just self-preservation.I kept the bag of supplies with me as I walked to the kitchen to get one of my pre-made meals out for an early dinner. As the microwave spun the food and warmed it, I heard Demetri enter the kitchen."We need to talk about this." He stated calmly. I looked up, seeing him lean his hip against the counter as he crossed his arms. The way he was staring at me felt like a child about to be scolded."I don't think we do. Meredith had a hard shell at first, but she was actually very nice, and she is willing to train me. That is going to be a huge help! We both know that I won't be able to teach myself everything I need to know before Vera gets close again. If I can give her some money and she can teach me what I nee
Meredith had been spending a lot of time with us over the next few weeks. Granted, I was paying her quite a lot for my lessons, but it was worth it. She was really funny, and her southern charm made everything sound sweet, even when we were bantering back and forth. I liked hanging out with her, but just like every other relationship I had in my life, I was worried that as soon as the money stopped, she wouldn't be there anymore. It was hard to remind myself that she wasn't my friend. She was my trainer. There was a big difference, and I needed to remember that. Meanwhile, Demetri was like an angry puppy. One minute he wanted my attention, and the next, he was ready to kill Meredith for one thing or another. It was quite amusing at first, but every now and then, I was ready to kill her too. The first part of our training, once we got the shield up, was a big joke to her. She didn't make me pay her for it, but she had decided to play drill sergeant and run me around my property line.
I leaned against the opening to the foyer. Smiling to myself at the small win of being able to use the room again and to see more in it than just the place where I had found my parents' bodies.Instead, I got to focus on the brooding male who made my heart beat a little faster each time I saw him.My hair fluttered across my shoulder blades where it hung down from my ponytail. The air pumping through the room was a welcoming breeze from the summer heat that seemed to warm the house despite the air conditioning.It was rare that he let me see him in his true form. The fact that not only was he stretching his wings in front of me but that he had his horns out, told me that he was more bothered than I thought."You were making me food?" I asked in a small voice, hoping to not ruin the beautiful moment. It was so thoughtful of him and romantic to try to cook for me, knowing that I could not cook and was eating the same meals over and over again every day.Demetri titled his head up to loo
Seraphina's P.O.V.The ceiling fan above me released just enough air to prevent me from sweating, but I was still overly warm. It wasn't just mentally exhausting, casting was surprisingly physically demanding as well. Not the extent Meredith had claimed when she got a good laugh the first week of training me like I was in bootcamp, but it felt as though all of my energy had been tapped and drained.I lay on my back next to Meredith as she continued to talk to me in Latin. Her belief was that breaks from casting would not be a break from linguistics. If we weren't practicing spells, we were learning Latin and vice versa."Are you even listening to me?" She asked, amusement clear in her voice as I lay flat on the ground with my arms limp next to me."No, not at all actually." I turned my head with a smile. I was listening, and she knew it, but I was in no shape to retain the information.Meredith let out a sarcastic laugh before getting to her feet. "Very funny! I think it's time to tak
"Are you angry?" I asked as I entered the kitchen after walking Meredith out. She had decided that the rest of our lesson would have to wait until the following day... understandably so. I couldn't imagine the pain she was in based on how bruised her throat had immediately become.His back was to me as he ran water over what looked to be a blackened frying pan. Surprisingly it still smelled nice under the layer of smoke.I was disappointed to see that he had put his wings and horns away. It made me feel as though he were hiding from me or at least hiding that side of himself from me…the real him. With or without the wings and horns, I still loved him for everything he was and did for me. I just hadn't told him that yet."No," He grunted as he continued to scrub the piece of metal in his hands. It wasn't unusual for him to be short with answers. He normally didn't provide further information unless prompted, and I respected that about him.I moved around the kitchen island and rested m
Meredith looked significantly better the next day. I wasn't sure what she put in her tea, but it worked. I was thoroughly impressed by the lack of marks on her neck. After a long conversation with Demetri, he finally agreed for us to go visit Meredith to make amends. His only stipulation was that we had to meet in a public place.He was certain that if we met at her shop, she would turn on us, angered by the fact that he had attacked her in the confusion of our training. If she did that while he was powerless, we would both die.I didn't think that was a possibility, but I respected him enough to honor his wish. A quick call over the Meredith, and she happily agreed to lunch at a small bistro near her shop. We wouldn't be able to stay long because she had closed the store to come meet with us and needed to reopen it s soon as we were done.We sat on the patio of the restaurant, enjoying the fresh air while allowing Demetri to wear his sunglasses. He kept one hand on my thigh while sta
We ended lunch early after I made our table aware of the extra set of eyes observing us. Demetri was obvious in his glaring, but Meredith told us not to let him ruin our day and went on as if he wasn't there.Meanwhile, I was stressing over him seeing me with Demetri. Since Demetri couldn't be identified in any database and had pitch-black eyes, it made it impossible for the police to question him about his connection to me.Our chairs scraped against the concrete loudly as we stood from the table. I nodded in thanks to our waitress and said goodbye to Meredith before she made her way back down the street to her shop.As we stood on the sidewalk, waiting for the car, Demetri stood behind me, blocking me from Detective Sullivan's view. The longer we stood there, the angrier I became. Demetri's warm hand settled on my hip beneath my shirt, his thumb rubbing soothing circles as if he could feel how tense I was."Fuck this," I said to myself before spinning around, out of Demetri's hold,