Page 75 of His Little Devil

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Page 75 of His Little Devil

I can't take much more, so I slip out the back and walk toward the portal. No one is guarding the return to the Academy, so there isn't anyone to witness my tears as my heart shatters.

She's officially his now. She sacrificed what we had to save me, but was it worth it?

Portalling back to my closet, I dispel the clone spell, change back into my pajamas and climb into bed.

A soft mutter has my coma returning, and I sigh.

I never should have woken up. It's not time. I can't live in a world where I can't call Silver mine.

So unless she returns to me, I'll just stay here in my magical sleep.

Sorry, Arrow.

ARROW

PRESENT TIME

Leaving the Academy wasn't ideal, but I needed to get away. Donovan left for months to some magical paradise and met his baby sister. I think I deserve a break.

Myah is with Wellson and they will be fine.

I made sure that Jade would be around to check in on them too and I warded the shit out of the cottage as well. They are more protected than the coven’s chambers. I’d waited half the night for Kane to contact me, but when he did he told me that it wouldn’t be a good idea to go back to Hell, so we have plans to meet up in a small town a few hours from Salem.

Which gives me enough time to pop home and see my parents. I know they aren’t going to be happy about me losing Silver, but it’s not like I could steal her from our fucking Master.

I know that I could portal there, but I miss riding my bike and I could use the fresh air and empty road to clear my mind.

I was surprised that my parents weren’t required to attend the wedding from Hell, but I guess avoiding the public and coven for so long gave them certain advantages.

Pulling up to the intercom, I wave my hand over the sensor and it opens for me once it detects my magic.

Hitting the throttle, I take advantage of the long driveway up into the woods. My parents prefer to be secluded and I can’t blame them. The Hunters once attacked when they lived in the city, and we lost my uncle because of it.

My father and he were extremely close and though they have never confessed to it, I think they shared my mother for a time. Not that I even want to picture such a thing, but after he was killed my mother and father were never the same.

They can tend to be cruel and withdrawn.

Reaching the main house, I park right in front of the massive staircase and groan as I climb off my bike, stretching my muscles. I have missed riding, but fuck I should have worn looser pants.

Placing my helmet on the seat, I open the saddlebag and grab the few items I brought for my parents.

They don’t get out much and what they can’t conjure they order through the witches mail.

When I reach the top of the stairs, I can hear Buckles barking his head off behind the door. A wave of dizziness overcomes me as a vision of my father climbing out of his chair in the living room assaults my mind.

Fuck, I need to get a handle on these new powers, but I don’t trust Alara to train me. She’s an opportunist, and I don’t need that headache.

Rubbing my temples, I sigh. It doesn’t take long for my father to crack the door open, peeking to see who it is.

“Jaxson?” he questions, and I move closer, shadowing the sunlight so he can see me better. I know the drill. My mother will hand me a potion and I will have to go through a few spells, checking that I’m not an intruder cloaked.

I would say it’s overkill but after being tricked by Luke, I can understand the hesitance.

Opening the door wider, he chants some words, and I watch as his hands glow green as he waves them all around me. My mother hands me a vial of a sweet smelling potion that really tastes like a troll’s vomit, and I quickly swallow it down.

After a few moments and no side effects my father relaxes, and my mom pulls me into a hug.

“Well, son, this is a surprise,” she says before pulling away and conjuring some hand sanitizer. I’d roll my eyes, but I’m so used to this shit by now.




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