(KAI’S POINT OF VIEW)Ralph opened the door when I returned home. Before he looked into my eyes, he gave me a downcast look as if looking for something. I stared back, unfluctuating, making no attempt to avert my eyes.“Had enough of the space?” The supercilious bastard grilled before scoffing and traversing his arms over his chest.Some guardian angel he was. I didn’t answer; instead, I seized him by the wrist, hauled him into the room, and slammed the door with my foot. Once inside, I slammed him against the nearest wall, trapping him between my arms and the wall. Astonishment flashed through his eyes, but it vanished as soon as his lips stretched into a smirk. "Are we getting bolder now?" I searched his eyes, wanting to find something, anything, but I couldn't read them, so I asked. “What do you want from me, Ralph?” The question immediately made him lose his smirk. I carried on. “Do you want my heart because you want power, or do you love me, Ralph, and don't fucking lie to me?”

(RALPH’S POINT OF VIEW)I swore to protect him, but I failed before I even tried. As I watched those claws go into his heart, it felt like the world was suddenly weighing on my shoulders, and I was pressed down on one knee, unable to move but watching as he was taken away from me...again. “NO!” I screamed, overwhelmed with an abrupt power I had never felt before, and I didn't know when I had Arryn slammed against the wall—eyes glaring a darker shade of red compared to his—but in a flash, I was behind Kai, catching him before he hit the ground.I watched as he choked on his own blood and a hole in his chest. Shit! I was hit with a variety of emotions all at once.Fear, horror, and terror—I couldn't lose him—not now, not ever.When I turned my gaze to Arryn, his black wings were on display, and he had a bloodthirsty look in his eyes. I laid Kai’s lifeless body on the floor and stood to my feet."He is not yours. The master wants his heart, and we do not disobey our master.”With each

(CAMERON'S POINT OF VIEW)I goggled at the devoid space in front of me and it stared back at me, none wanting to yield but I was forced to as my ears caught the sound of a 'meow'I spun toward the sound, finding Leo curled beside me. A slim smile crept to my face and I gently massaged his furs, once again reminding me that I wasn't completely alone.But, it wasn't enough. I darted away and back to having a staring match with the wall and again, it peered back, almost malevolently.It had been a day, a week, or perhaps a month since I was brought back and trashed in my room. I'd lost count of how long I'd been on the floor, how long I stared at the wall in the same position till someone walked in through the door and did with me whatever they pleased, and when they left, I returned to my previous position—the ache in my joints was nothing compared to the thorn in my chest and with each passing day, I could feel the vines thriving around my heart, tightening while it's sharp spikes punc

(RHYS' POINT OF VIEW)Even if it were our nature to destroy and lead them astray, there were only a few things a demon could do in a human's life to keep them from going down the wrong path. But when a human falls too deeply in the wrong direction—like a demon in love—we would do everything we could to make sure they did not succumb to their inner desires and set the world on fire. But at this point, I felt like all of my efforts had been in vain. I realized that leaving him even for a moment meant a bigger disaster that would further erode his humanity and turn him into a bloodthirsty monster. "Then why are you here, drinking, when you should be keeping an eye on him? Who knows what he is up to now, probably igniting the world?" Instead of turning to look at the annoyance next to me, I simply rolled my eyes. Even though my tongue could not detect any flavor in the wine, I took a sip anyway to drown out the club's raucous background noise. Humans reveled in and found pleasure in

(CAMERON’S POINT OF VIEW)Have you ever been abandoned, left to rot away in a cell, and it wasn't just any cell?A mental unit.They labeled me as crazy and a psychopath who should be kept in a mental institution, but they had no idea how much these walls were closing in on me, and the longer I was inside, the closer they grew.Every moment spent here was like a hand wrapped around my neck, cutting off my air supply. I felt suffocated.I stayed on my bed in the corner; the other patient never got close because my hands were stained with more blood than theirs, and I would not hesitate to stain my hands even more with theirs. Although it was not as intense as it had been, the hunger was still present. I looked at my nails and realized I needed some red or maybe black nail polish.Red would look much better because it symbolized a variety of ideas, including my love for Rhys, the color of Blaze's blood, as well as danger and rage. Definitely red. Black, however, would a