Under the incubus' protection のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

In the past, I had never been the person who could make quick decisions under high pressure; now, my situation was no less than a horror movie. The battle of my heart was still ongoing. At that rate, I knew the war between the white witches and spirits would have a victor without my interference. What I truly wished for was a truce and peace. However, all of them were in the mood for bloodshed.Spirit screeches reverberated around the room. I didn’t know whether they belonged to my incubus boyfriend or someone else, but the guilt of indecision and not helping him was consuming me. Desmond could leave me forever. I was aware of that. Muffling my panicked crying with a hand, I lowered myself onto my knees, anticipating the fight to take a darker turn. Madame Long continued to blow powders and ashes into the air. Some of it got inside my throat and had me coughing badly on my fours. After recovering from the effects of a clogged throat, I stood up to find something rather disturbing.

I put my fingers underneath Elaine’s nose. Relief washed over me when I felt her warm breath against my skin. She was alive, and so was Madame Long. Desmond had moved their unconscious bodies to the master bedroom as I was too afraid to enter the attic again. My eyes looked fixedly at their stomachs. The gory scene of blood oozing out of open dagger wounds kept replaying in my brain. It was now all in my head as their clothes were spotless, just like Mason’s. How did Desmond do that? I had never been in the presence of someone who displayed such violence while also showing some remorse for their actions. It felt as if I was looking at the craft of a talented, neat criminal. Should I be impressed or repulsed by it?“See, I told you they are alive,” said Desmond unabashedly. “You were worried about nothing.”I gave him a pissed side-eye glare. “You must be kidding me! It’s not normal, Desmond. You shouldn’t act as if nothing’s wrong. It’s sickening to see how none of this affects you.

Who was pulling me back? Since it happened so fast, everything was a haze. All I knew was that it wasn’t Desmond because I could see where his hands were. Also, the speed and intensity of the force made it evident that my abductor was a supernatural being.Once it stopped, my surroundings completely changed. I looked around and found the cemetery gate. It had dragged me just outside the graveyard. Who was it? My internal fears deemed it to be the disturbance by my aunt’s demon underlings. The being responsible for it boldly revealed itself to me. Anxiety exited my body when I saw the person was Alistair. “Thank God it’s you! My heart was about to explode out of my chest when I felt hands around me,” I said, heaving a sigh of relief. “Why did you come back? After how badly Desmond treated you, I thought you would never return.”Alistair tousled his hair regretfully. “Again, my stupid conscience didn’t allow me to leave you in the lurch. I had to come to save you from that toxic monste

Dazed, I stood in Elaine’s hall, unable to speak or move. After Desmond confessed his true feelings for me, he pulled me into one last embrace, taking me back to Elaine’s house. I am sure he wasn’t around me anymore as he must have already heard my answer in my thoughts. “Just leave and never return.” I had deliberately thought about these cruel words to kill every last hope in Desmond’s heart of us ever getting back together. It would certainly work if he didn’t hear my heart scream in agonizing pain. I was steadfast in my decision to let him go. Then why did the colors of life suddenly appear so dull and depressing? It felt as if my world had ended. “Cassidy!” Becky’s shrill, panicked voice brought my dead brain back to reality. She tightly put her arms around me and cried. “Where have you been? We were so worried about you.”“What?” I mumbled. What was Becky doing there? Oh God, I had completely forgotten about her presence in the house. Madame Long had kicked her out of the att

My heart palpitated at the thought of Desmond being at our door. It wasn't clear whether stress or excitement was causing it.“I’ll get the door.” Mom rubbed my back with her nurturing, tender touch. “Your mommy will make it all better and give your jerk ex-boyfriend a beating as well while she is at it.”Mom’s reassurance made me feel a tad bit better. Little did she know that a physical attack or the police can’t hurt my demon ex. However, verbal attacks and holy water might aid in burning his black heart.Again, the bell rang repeatedly. Whoever was abusing the bell was extremely impatient. I approached the door in Mom’s shadow, and she bravely took the lead, shielding me like a mama bear protecting her cub in the wild.The door flung open, and to my disappointment, the person on our porch wasn’t Desmond but my brother Derrick.“You dare hurt my daughter.” Mom’s hands were on her son’s collar, and she was violently shaking him. She had mindlessly attacked the first person she saw w