CHAPTER 18
SHADE
I did it!
I told Remmie she was my mate. Ha! Go me! Mates are so rare for most monsters. But especially for demons. We handle pleasure, desire and greed as a transaction. So true love is something we hardly ever see.
But I felt it for her.
That pull. That undeniable urge to be next to her. To hear her laugh, see her smile.
And then to be granted the gift of being inside of her. Feel her coming around cock, moaning my name. Just knowing she wants me for me, there’s no doubt she’s really mine.
The only other person I thought anything similar about ended up trying to drain my power for herself.
She never took my feelings into account.
Never cared about me at all. Dalia was as evil as a comic book villain.
A dark witch with a black heart. Nothing like Remmie.
Nothing like my sassy, sweet and beautiful witch that I am the luckiest demon to be bound to.
And maybe if I hold onto her real tight, she’ll never go away.
I appear in front of Demo Global, planning to pick up some clothes to stay overnight.
Should I ask her for my own drawer now? Seeing as how I plan to be in her bed a lot more from this point on.
I already can’t wait to go back, wrap Remmie in my arms and kiss her until she begs me to let her go. I won’t though.
My mind is so full of thoughts of my precious Remmie, I didn’t hear the foot steps behind me.
Didn’t sense the dark shadows of the familiar magic swirling around me until it was too late.
A silent force blasts me square in the chest, stealing the air from my lungs.
My legs gave out from beneath me and I hit the ground hard.
I can see the entrance to the building just right there. Any further and I would’ve been safe.
But I’ve never been all that safe, have I?
She found me.
Can right up to me when my guard was down. When I wasn’t thinking of the danger that followed me like a bad social media picture. Darkness swam behind my eyes and for the first time in a very long time, I felt real fear. Because I know what was happening and who was behind it.
The pain in my head was the first thing I registered when I opened my eyes.
The metal shackles were the second thing.
My movements were weak as I attempt to sit up.
Was I laying on a basement floor? I was definitely in a dark room, so a basement would make sense.
There wasn’t much in here. A small bed and a single chair.
I was attached to hooks in the floor. If this were different circumstances, this would be pretty hot.
But no, I was in danger. The fun thoughts would have to wait.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t find you, pet?
” The voice belonged to the one person I never wanted to see again.
Dalia walked into my line of sight, taking a seat in the chair, which faced me.
Her long black hair was in a high ponytail, not an inky strand out of place.
She wore a skin tight jumpsuit that outlined her body perfectly.
In another life, I would be drooling for her. Happy to lay at her feet like a puppy.
I had once.
But now I see nothing but darkness in a pretty package. Her ruby red lips pull in a threatening smile and I feel myself flinch back. The devil himself doesn’t frighten me as much as Dalia does.
“Did you have fun with that little baker girl? It took a while to get you away from her. I don’t know what kind of a witch she is but I couldn’t sense you when you were around her.
Made it very hard to track you. Especially since you removed my gift to you.
” Dalia clicked her tongue in annoyance, staring down at me like I was an irritating child.
“Well, as lovely as your gift was, collars that force me to do as you say aren’t really my thing.” My voice is hoarse when I speak. How long have I been unconscious?
“Hmm. Well, no worries. I made you a new one. And it’s pink. Something to remind you of your baker.” Dalia pulls a collar from thin air. It was thin strip of leather, cotton candy pink, just like Remmie’s hair.
“Don’t you dare harm her.” I growl.
“Oh. Look at you getting all puffed up. Don’t worry, pet. I won’t hurt her.” She shrugs. I can’t tell if she knows just how much Remmie means to me.
I won’t give her more fuel to use against me.
“I’ll just have you do it. Crush her little heart. Break her weak little spirit. Just because it would be fun.”
Fuck. She knows.
She forces me down with a powerful gust of magic. No matter how I struggle, I can’t break free. She takes her time walking up to my side, bending down to latch the collar around my neck, slowly. Drawing it out because she enjoys to torture me. She always had.
“There. Nice and pretty again.” She purrs, running her finger along the scar on my face. The one she caused.
I feel the moment the magic binds me to her. It feels like eels under my skin. Bile churns in my gut at the thought of being trapped by her again. Five years of running and hiding. Hoping she would give up on me.
But knowing in the back of my mind that she would catch up to me one day. I didn’t expect to find Remmie, the best thing that has ever happened to me. The joy I felt being with her eclipsed the danger I knew I was in every time I stayed somewhere for too long.
“Now up you get.” Dalia commands.
I try to resist. Try to tell my body not to obey. But the magic she possesses is pure control. I stand as high as the chains will allow; head bowed in submission.
“Excellent. You are mine, Shade. Never forget that again. There is no where you can go that I won’t find you. Your mind is mine. Your body is mine. And your power is mine. Do you understand?” She asks.
“Yes, I understand.” I reply through gritted teeth. The pain of resisting growing unbearable.
“Very good. Do as I say and your Mate will remain unharmed.” Dala physically rolls her eyes.
“Give me your word. Do that and I will obey.”
“I give my word. I will not harm Remmie.”
I just grunt my acknowledgement.
That’s as much as a physical contract in our world. I feel the deal lock into place, getting stuck with this crazy woman again. As long as I do not fight, she will not go after Remmie. It hurts knowing I found love only to lose it like this. But I will gladly give up my life if it protects Remmie.
“Now let’s go show her who you truly belong to, shall we.” Dalia grins.
I hate to admit this, even just to myself. But I’m so scared right now.
Fuck!