Chapter 2 Talian
One month… For thirty fucking days he’s had her, and we can’t seem to find a single trace of him. It’s like they vanished into thin air.
Lea called Asta the second Aeri took off, but even being able to teleport, he wasn’t fast enough.
Just the thought of Lea makes me grit my teeth. Aeri should have been safe with her; that’s why Asta let her go. She was supposed to be Aeri’s friend…
If she ever crawls her way back up from Hell, we’ll deal with her then, or maybe Asta will just kill her again.
I’d seen him deal out a lot of punishment, but I’m not sure I’d ever seen him as mad as he was when he punished her.
I’m shocked he kept it together long enough to get the meager information she was able to give. Not that it did any good; Rome still got away, and Aeri’s lost to us.
I swing my legs over the side of the bed, letting my feet hit the ground with a sigh.
Demons don’t need to sleep as often as humans, but ever since she’s been gone, I haven’t slept at all. Every time I close my eyes, I remember the way her eyes looked, wide and full of fear, the night she ran from the club.
I don’t know what Rome did to her, but I know him well enough to know it was sick and twisted. She ran, alone and afraid, across multiple states and into the arms of strangers in an attempt to escape him, and in the end, we’re the reason she was found.
We failed her.
On the off chance I don’t see her fear, I’m met with her cries of ecstasy as she fell apart so beautifully for me.
That’s arguably worse. She had no idea it was me at the time, and the thought of never being with her for real is eating away at me. Even the memories that should be pleasant are tainted by that stupid mortal name I gave in hopes of getting closer to her.
It worked. Though at what cost?
Dragging a hand through my hair, I let out a sigh of frustration.
Since when am I this person? Why the fuck do I care?
None of that matters. The fact is, I do, and I won’t be able to rest again until she’s back safe with us.