Chapter 7
GAELAN
We’ve arrived in Sweetville.
A tiny Wiccan village in the southern part top-side, this area is filled with witches and warlocks.
The houses are made of stone and thatched roofs, connected by cobbled pathways. There are rumors that this is where the first witch settled when they left the Underworld thousands of years ago.
The sun flashes in my eyes, breaking me out of my thoughts. It’s getting low in the sky now. I need to hurry.
I let out a huff that blows my cheeks out. For the first time in a very long time, I feel nervous. No woman has ever been able to bring me to my knees like my Rose.
Dressed in black jeans and a blue shirt, I look at myself in the mirror. The telltale glow of my eyes is dim due to missing my recent feeding. Though they never glow as brightly when she is not in my life. I put on my sunglasses and move towards the jet. Mark is waiting for me with more paperwork.
“My lord, there is a memorial service today at the Grave Heart Cemetery for Arianna’s family,” Mark informs me, still sheepish.
I take the newspaper from him and read the article. Why would a powerful witch family advertise that they are all going to be together like this? Especially her family. It’s almost as if they want any daemon to attend.
“Meet me there, Mark. If I shimmer, I should be there just in time.” Mark nods and with that I turn towards the door as I use magic to shimmer to the cemetery.
I’d gone over the file on the plane. The Jay family is powerful, but there was never any mention of the book.
It’s almost as if it doesn’t exist, but knowing the power it holds, I understand why.
Only my Rose can read it, and if anyone else were to find it, it would appear to be a tattered notebook. The powers that be made it so it protected itself. Otherwise, if anyone got to the book and its reader, they’d hold the power to destroy worlds.
Walking into the cemetery feels odd to me.
As an immortal, I will never be laid to rest in one of these places.
I never get used to them. Sometimes when I’ve had to say goodbye to my Rose, I would bury her somewhere that only I knew about.
She was mine, and even in her afterlife I never wanted to share her with anyone else.
Other times when she had family, they would choose a place to lay her rest, and by then, I was long gone, but I always took a part of her with me.
I come to an iron gate with the words “Jay” engraved at the top—they have a family plot? I push the gate open. There are many gravestones here, and from the look of the dates, many of these family members have died long before their time.
The wind picks up, and a smell I’ve missed invades my senses: the scent of roses on a warm summer day.
Turning my head my breath catches, and my cock stirs when I catch sight of a young woman—it has to be my Rose, no other woman alive has ever made me feel like she has.
Her black hair is in a ponytail, and she’s wearing a white and blue dress that hugs all her curves perfectly.
My mouth instantly waters, wanting to taste her.
My Rose doesn’t know me now, but I know her.
In each life, there’s always something different about her; her skin color, her hair, her body type.
But the one thing that always stays the same is her amber eyes.
Her skin is caramel in color and from here I can see she is more beautiful than I can ever remember her being.
Her head turns towards me and I can see how sad she is,. When her eyes flick up to mine, I take a step back.
“My Rose,” I mutter to myself. It is her… Those eyes, I’d know them anywhere. I snap out of my stare when she starts to head towards me with a questioning look in her eyes; it’s still the same even after all these years.
I want to stay; I want to pull her into my arms and kiss her. But I can’t do that, not yet, so I move back behind a tree and fade from sight. I am still here, but she won’t be able to see me.
She gets closer, and I clench my fists to stop myself from reaching out and grabbing her.
A growl in my head makes my eyes snap open—Trelor, my daemon, has woken, knowing his mate is close.
It has been a few lifetimes since he has stirred.
This just confirms what I already knew: that this stunning woman is my Rose.