Page 14 of His Little Devil

“Donovan Blake has decided to leave Alistar Academy, Master. Wellson Birch is hanging on by a thread, and Jaxon Arrow’s powers have amplified at an alarming rate. Half the coven are still unconscious, and the rest are angry, lost, and confused. This wasn’t part of the plan, Master.”

I roll my eyes and take a seat behind my desk, licking my lips, still tasting my queen. I wait for him to look me in the eyes and raise my hand to get him to stop his sniveling.

He doesn’t take my warning.

Dropping to his knees and bowing his head, he starts to beg and plead. I find it funny though that he never asks for mercy for his daughter. Only his life.

“Your Lordship, please, I beg of you.”

Yeah, I’ve had enough of this. I slam my fist on my desk and the whole room shakes from the force, stopping this incompetent worm of his sniveling. I take a deep breath and rein in my powers.

“I have heard enough, Blackwell. Silver is mine now, as she was always meant to be. I couldn’t give a fuck about your measly little coven. Give it to Blake and Alara. We all know they have been gunning for it from the beginning. Silver has ascended, as was prophesied. Now she will rule by my side, as my queen. That is my final word on this discussion.”

I stand and walk out of the room, leaving him behind as he cries my name, thanking me for allowing him to breathe another day.

I don’t acknowledge him, and continue on my way. I have more important matters to take care of. First up, a cold shower, with only my fist, memories, and the taste of Silver on my tongue.

SILVER

Luke leaves me breathless and sweaty on his desk, walking from the room and slamming the door. I take a minute to get my legs working then jump off, chasing after him, not caring that I’m now naked.

I grip the door and pull with all my might, but it doesn’t budge. Did he seriously lock me in here? I yell and pound on the wooden door with my fists, but after a few minutes, I give up.

What is wrong with me? How could I let him touch me after what he did to Wellson? And he hit me! Fuck. I just need a few minutes to process things.

Today has been horrific. In fact, this whole week has been. I can feel the darkness pulling me down into the depths, away from what I used to be.

I know I should fight, but after everything, would it be so bad to just give in and give up? My family is gone, my friends will be fine without me, and I hope the guys understand everything I did was for them.

Even though they lied to me and kept secrets, I forgive them. I see red when I think of all they could have warned me about, but I know that they love me.

Turning away from the door, I take in my new surroundings. The large bay window behind the bed terrifies me. Molten lava drips from a volcano, and the sky is just ash and brimstone. There are people walking everywhere, and they are worse for wear. I guess that’s to be expected, since this is Hell.

God, how did my life get so flipped around?I wish I could return to Italy, or maybe Greece. Hang out on the beaches with my sister again. Exploring the underwater caves, or sampling the delicious foods.

I would even take her narcissistic attitude, and being pushed out of the room for the night, so she could fool around with some hot Adonis. As long as she was still breathing, I would do anything.

I close my eyes and picture it.

I don’t think about watching Wellson fall, or the looks of anguish on my guys’ faces. Or laying on the ground as my body felt like I was burning alive.

No, the present doesn’t exist in these few moments. I just need a break from my new reality. Tears fill my eyes and I let them fall.

My hands shake and my chest aches, but I ignore it. Just a few more minutes of escapism before I need to let them all go and accept the darkness. I wipe my eyes and walk over to thelarge bed. The satin sheets feel cool to the touch, and I collapse on top of them, exhausted.

My eyes feel grittywhen I pry them open some hours later. Luke is in bed with me, clutching my back to his chest. His deep slow breaths prove him to be asleep. The red from the firescape gives an eerie glow along the stone walls.

My heart aches, and I'm not sure why. It feels like my chest is trying to rip in half.

Darkness is consuming me, and I'm scared. I know I did this. There was no other choice, but watching Wellson fall as I left him… I could have never sacrificed him.

I hope he's okay. He looked on the edge of death.

Taking in a deep breath, I bite my lip to prevent my sobs.

I know I'm losing my sanity and my soul to Luke's madness.

I don't know how I didn't figure out that he was a liar and a fraud. The journals basically told me exactly who he was, but I was blinded.