Devil’s Night のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Damien’s P.O.V.After synestra had stormed out of the dining room I decided to let her have the rest of the night to cool down. I didn't want her to feel like I was pushing this marriage on her if it wasn't what she wanted. The truth was I knew this may have been moving fast for her. I may have been in love with ther for years but for her she was still getting to know me. I had hoped that finishing the mating process would have made her feelings for me intensify, this was the point of marking her and I couldn't understand why the bond wasn't as strong for her as it was for me. I had never heard of a demon completing the mating process and not having the strong mate bond on both ends. The feelings I had for her had escalated to the point that shwe was all I could think of. I craved her, her presence, her touch, her scent. Everything about her. The ne

Synestra’s P.O.V.Gabe had run a warm bubble bath for me and lit about forty candles surrounding the tub. He had turned on romantic music, John Legend, I loved his music so calming but also so romantic. He said I needed to relax but I couldn't help but wonder if there was more to his actions than he was letting on. Gabe and I had become much coser over the past several days. We had spent so much time getting to know each other. It felt like we had known each other for years rather than just the few short weeks it had actually been.  After about thirty minutes into my bath I decided it was about time to get out. I slipped on the silk robe I found in the bathroom and walked out into the open room.“How was your bath angel?” he asked.

Synestra’s P.O.V.I wrapped the robe around myself as Gabe went to the door.  My heart was beating out of my chest. I looked around frantically trying to come up with an exit plan. I had a feeling that it would be some of Lucifer's men at the door looking for me and I had to have a way out of here. I knew Gabe would fight them to protect me as long as he could, giving me extra time to get away. I slipped on a pair of Gabe's shorts and a t-shirt I found discarded on the floor after last night. I tried opening the window that faced the back of the cabin, I was sure I could make it out of the window before anyone could get past Gabe. I pulled up on the window with all of my strength and it wouldn't budge. I double checked the locks on the window , but still nothing. I assumed the window must have been painted shut. I knew I could make it to the ba

Synestra’s P.O.V.After Ramiel’s visit and the revelation that not only was Gabe an angel, but so were my mother, my possible father and myself I had confined myself in the bedroom for two days. Gabe had been respectful of my wishes for space and had been sleeping on the couch in the living room. I was angry. I was angry that I had been lied to my whole life. I was angry that both Damien and Gabe had known the truth about what I was and chose to keep it from me. Most of all though, I was angry at myself for falling in love with both of these men and not realizing they were only using me to gain an advantage for their respective sides. I stood in front of the mirror and ran my fingers over the marks on my neck. Both Damien and Gabe had marked me, claiming me as their own. If I was being honest with myself I was in love with both of them. 

 Synestra’s P.O.V.I could feel the electricity buzzing inside me flowing along my veins as if my blood had been set on fire. I wasn't sure what this new feeling was but I liked it. For the first time in my life I felt powerful. Like I could do anything. I had been powerful enough to stop both an angel and a demon who were hell bent on killing each other. I began to wonder what this meant. What am I? More importantly what else can I do?Both Damien and Gabe were looking at me as if I were some unheard of creature in the zoo. The look of bewilderment on their faces made me want to hide behind the tree. Damien was the first to reach me. I could feel the concern rolling off of him. “What the hell was that, love? Are you ok?” he cupped my face in his hands. His eyes had returned to t