Page 50 of Her Demon Mate
Finally, I watch as Zephon disappears into a discreet, dark alleyway. My heart rate spikes, knowing that the satisfaction of my blade piercing his heart is only moments away.
With a shaky hand resting over my knife, I step foot into the narrow alleyway. No one else is here. The only way out is the other end of the alleyway which is quite some distance away. I’m lighter on my feet than anyone else in this city, so this is the opportune moment.
A smile etches its way across my face as I advance on Zephon, a twisted, demented thing I have no control over. Then, a large, hulking silhouetted figure emerges from the shadow-coated walls. Its eyes open, glowing green. I know those eyes anywhere.
“Azron?” I gasp.
Growling, the man I never thought I’d see again takes a step closer to me. A glint of light shines in from the street lamps, illuminating the hardened expression of anger on his face. It’s a far cry from the smile I had grown used to seeing.
“Elia, we need to talk.”
“I…” Glancing behind him, I watch Zephon leaving the alleyway, realizing I’m losing him. “Azron, whatever this is, it’s going to have to wait. I need to be doing something right now.”
“Tell me your last name,” he says.
“What? I don’t have time for this, get out of my way!”
I sidestep him, but he grabs me by the arm and throws me against the wall. For a moment, I think I’m about to die, my body seizing up as he leans closer.
“You’re not fucking going anywhere. Tell me your last name!”
“Why do you need to know?”
“I’m the one asking the questions here!”
“Hadariel!” I blurt, feeling my spirits dampen as Zephon successfully slips out of view.
“What? Hadariel!” yells Azron. I freeze as he reels back a clenched fist.
Closing my eyes, the space on the wall beside my head shakes so much that I think it’s about to crumble down. Gathering the nerve to open my eyes, I look at a seething Azron, who is hissing through his teeth.
I don’t know what I have just done.
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AZRON
NOT MUCH MAKES SENSE ANY LONGER.
Why would she be working with them?
I have so many questions about Elia. There are so many things that I cannot figure out.
The one thing I am almost sure of is that Elia is a spy. She has to be. It is one of the few things that makes sense.
Elia is angry. I can feel it as surely as I can feel my own anger.
You’re an idiot for getting this close to her. You should have been more careful.
“Elia Hadariel.” I say her name out loud, my voice rolling around her surname.
She flinches at the sound of her surname and her eyes widen slightly.
“You’re one of them, aren’t you?”
I am trying very hard to remain in control as I look down at her. My anger has quieted slightly, but my nails are biting into the skin on my palms, and my jaw is clenched.
“You’re one of them! Aren’t you?”