Sacha Gauthier

"Take it away from here and keep it safe." Danica hands me the Grimoire and I can hear the urgency in her voice.

I can't help but feel as though she's slipping through my fingers. This feels like goodbye and it makes me mad.

"You're not going back to him," I warn her, gripping her slender wrist. It feels too fragile in my hand. It feels as though I could snap it in half without much effort, so I ease my hold and rubs my thumb over her soft skin.

She looks vulnerable and delicate. I have to remind myself over and over again in her presence that it is just a front. She's not delicate or fragile. She's dangerous and probably tougher than most of my men.

Still, she brings out the protectiveness and possessiveness in me.

"Sacha, it's not up to me now," she whispers. Her electric blue eyes look sad. "He knows that I'm here. He's coming for me, Sacha. And when he gets to me, he's going to take the Grimoire away. You can't afford to have this one taken away too."

"Danica..."

"This is their realm, Sacha, they're powerful here."

I know she's right but she's mine! I'll destroy everything and everyone who try to take her away from me.

My senses are warning me that something very sinister is coming. "Come with me now," I tell her. The fog has thickened considerably that I can barely see her even though she's not even a foot away from me.

"No time," I hear her say just as a big wave of fog engulfs us. Her voice is fading.

"Danica!" I call out, gripping her hand only to find my fingers clenching around nothing. Her slim wrist is no longer in my grip and not even a silhouette of her can be seen in this thickening fog. "Danica!" I roar as the fear of losing her is thick in my throat. Where is she?

"We should leave, Sacha!" Olivier is saying behind me. There is a sense of urgency in his voice. My kind hates to be in this realm. We avoid coming here unless it's absolutely necessary. Limbo doesn't only make the demons stronger, it also drains our energy. The longer we are here, the weaker we get and demons, even the low-level ones can smell weaknesses. Soon, I suspect, this place will be crawling with them.

"Danica!" I call out again. "Find her!" I instruct my men. I'm not leaving without her. "Danica!"

"Over here! I found her! She's here!" yells one of my men.

I follow the sound of his voice. The fog seems to clear, revealing Eric, one of my men standing rigidly and looking very alert. Then I see Danica crouching on the ground in front of him.

"Oh, Sacha! I was so scared!" she says, hurling herself into my arms.

I gather her close. The feeling of relief is overwhelming. Fear is not the feeling I'm too familiar with even when I'm dealing with demons and other vicious creatures of hell. But I fear losing her.

"You're okay," I say, holding her tightly. "I've got you. You're okay." Turning to my men, I tell them, "Let's get out of here."

Thankfully, finding our way back isn't as hard as coming in and Danica clings to me the whole way back into the world of the living. We end up crawling through cinders and ashes and human bones to get to the same portal we came in at the Blackwell Estate. This time though, there's no fire for us to go through. Still, I have an uneasy feeling as though I've left something very important behind.

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The sound of the shower had stopped a while ago. Now, all I can hear is the rustling sound from behind the closed door of our ensuite. Danica must be drying herself off after the long shower.

She had reeked of sulfur from the time we spent in the underworld. The smell had stayed on her skin and in her hair even after the long walk through the woods from the Blackwell Estate to our property.

I despise that smell. It reminds me of Demons and the underworld. I hate that I can smell it on her.

I might have smelled that way too. That's why I've taken my shower in another bathroom earlier while she's still showering and now I'm all dressed.

I sit back on one of the chairs in our bedroom, resting my head on the headrest. I'm still feeling the effect of being in the underworld and I would love nothing more than to lie in bed with Danica's soft warm body in my arms.

Unfortunately, there's no time for that. I glance at the clock on the wall before I bring my hand up to rub my face. I have pressing matters to be discussed with the Seniors of The Order of The Circle. I've called an urgent meeting with just a few of them- the trusted few, including my papa.

The ensuite bathroom door slides open and Danica strolls out in a tiny white towel. Her hair is still damp and her skin is dewy pink.

She smiles seductively as she slides into my lap. Her hand instantly goes to my hair. The small towel rides up her creamy thighs. "Sacha..."

"Princess." I wrap my arms around her body and bury my nose in her hair. I inhale deeply then immediately jerk my face back up.

I can still smell sulfur in her hair.

I bring my nose to her neck and almost immediately my head snaps up again. My brows furrow. The smell of sulfur still lingers on her skin and I smell none of her addictive scents. Not even a little bit.

"Darling, let's go to bed," she purrs, sliding her hand across the nape of my neck. Her other hand works on unbuttoning the shirt I just put on.

"I have a meeting in a few minutes, Danica. I have to go," I tell her, disentangling her fingers from my hair and my shirt.

"Meeting at this time? It's three in the morning, Sacha!" Her naturally pouty red lips twisted up into an exaggerated pout. She brings one of my hands to her thigh, pressing it to her exposed skin then sliding it up higher underneath the towel.

A feeling of annoyance flares in my gut, causing me to clench my teeth and yanking my hand out of her clutch. "I really have to go," I say sharply. It comes out colder than I intended and I pause. I might sound icy and heartless to a lot of people, but that's not the way I normally talk to Danica. However, as I stare coldly at her now, I don't even feel a tiny bit of remorse.

Her eyes flicker with irritation before her long golden tipped lashes flutter and she flashes me another flirty smile. "Come on, baby, I know just what you want." Her hands come up to grip the back of my neck before she smashes her lips to mine. Her wet slippery tongue comes out to probe my cold stiff lips and I dig my fingers into her hips.

"Owww!" she yelps. "Sacha, you brute! That hurts!"

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and stand up, pushing her off my lap. She scowls as she rights herself.

"Put a shirt on, Danica."

Instead of doing as she's told, she whips off her towel and stands proudly naked before me.

I straighten up the collar of my shirt, then flick a strand of her hair off my shoulder, barely sparing her a look. "You're starting to bore me. I said, put a shirt on."

She huffs and flounces haughtily into the closet. She comes out a few minutes later wearing one of my shirts.

I clench my teeth and grab her arm.

"Where are we going?"

I don't answer her but I drag her downstairs into a barely used home office.

"Why am I here, Sacha?" she asks and I stop to really look at her.

She still looks like my Danica. She still looks stunning. Her skin is soft and flawless, her eyes are vivid blue, like the tropical ocean. They are surrounded by long curly dark golden lashes. Her hair is shiny and silky soft. She's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.

But the deep burning ache in my heart I normally feel just by looking at her isn't there. My heart isn't drumming rapidly and I don't feel the usual knots in my stomach. The breathlessness and the thrill just to be in her presence are absent.

I feel no spark or passion when we touch. In fact, her touch makes my skin crawl.

I feel the intense and visceral yearning but not for her. I feel...incomplete and furious. Intensely furious that I could incinerate everything in my path.

I walk out of the room without a word. I close the door firmly behind me when she attempts to follow me out.

"Sacha?" She bangs on the door. "Open the door, Sacha!"

I let loose my Nephilim- my inner firestorm and it strikes my body like a bolt of lightning. It consumes my whole being until I'm no longer a human.

I feel powerful and the fury I'm feeling inside swells. The lightning flashes outside followed by a roll of thunder. The glass windows rattle.

I use my raging power to build a fiery shield around the room, much like the shield I form around our property. Nothing and no one would be able to free her until I decide to let her out.

I step out of the house and encounter Olivier. He's cleaned up and dressed.

"I came to apologize," he says. "To her. I've been nothing but a jerk to her and I'd like to apologize."

"No!"

Olivier's eyes widen at the harsh tone of my voice. He's about to open his mouth to say something when I growl, "That's not her! That bitch in there is something...but it's not her."

I clench my teeth and ball my hands into tight fists. The lightning streaks brightly across the dark sky and the thunder rumbles. The fury I'm feeling is a raging wildfire. It's violent and deadly.

"I have to find her."

"You have to calm yourself or you're going to destroy something," warns Olivier.

"How could I brought...that...back? How could I not sense that it wasn't her?"

"Our senses were dulled in the underworld. Besides, there must be some evil forces at work to fool us," says Olivier.

"They'd better not harm her," I growl.

I want to burn and destroy the demon in that room until there is nothing left of her. Until she's not even fit to be in hell. Then I'll destroy the rest of them.

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