~CHANGED~

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Thanks for the support in the last book.

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◇Valarie POV◇

I snapped one of their necks and I hated it. I hated it because it was over to fast. I didn't want it to be over and that's what scares me the most.

He tried to strangle me and I used the same string he used on me and his head fell off. Another had a sword and stabbed me in the ribs and across my stomach. I remember kicking him down and slamming his head into the floor. A loud cracking noise erupted and his sqirming ceased.

The others were women. Very strong and punched my in the face making my nose bleed. They called me Raqisa just like Talia and Roman did. It came out venomesly like salt in a frying pan. They knew of Damian and it made me anxious.

He was mine.

I cut their throats because I didn't believe them when they told me Talia was his mother and he was the next Demon Head.

The one Roman and his "Prime " want me to kill. Roman

"Raqisa?" Asks Roman stepping into the hotel room. "Are you alright?" He asks me as I rest my back on the headboard of the bed with my eyes closed.

I feel his body over me and hold onto my side. Their was blood but thinking of other things kept my focus off the pain rushing through me. There was a liquor cabinet and I decided to help myself.

"You are a terrible body guard." I say with a tiny smile. "And I still hate you. How'd you clean up-"

I hear him sigh and suck his teeth. "You are going to need stitches. The loss of blood is making you-"

"Shut up." I mumble. "Please...just do it already and the bodies, what happened to them." I take another sip and try and relax.

"Don't worry. The only people who know are Me you and the Robins." He says as I give him a questionable look. "Don't worry, they'll keep their mouth shut."

I lifted my shirt and the vibe in the room changed. It was kind of awkward but I tried to focus on the setting sunlight peering through the curtain. As much as I wanted to look I knew my headache was to great.

"We should talk about what happened. You killed-"

"I know." I huff "I'm fine."

Roman clears his throat and I feel a cold liquid across my abdomen and it stings. Sucking in a breath I told my lips together.

"My first kill wasn't like yours." He begins As I try and keep from screaming.

Last time I got stitches Damian was with me. I wish I could look into his grass green eyes now.

"How so?" I ask

"Mine was an initiation. The prime took me in when I was fourteen and I had to kill some cop who'd molest his kids along with some other kids at the school." Said Roman as he drags the needle through my skin. "I had a mission to do."

"And if you didn't follow through? What would the Prime do? Kill you?"

"No. Everyone does what The Prime asks. I owe the Prime my life because The Prime took me off the streets of El Paso, stopped me from jumping off a building because I hated living. Fed me, clothes me gave me a good place to sleep with a warm blanket. I slept on a bed inside a of a bench."

"At so young?"

"The Prime gave me a reason to live. The Prime gave me a purpose in life. I owe The-"

"Stop saying The Prime." I spat getting annoyed. The sharp pain in my ribs being the main problem. "He or she is no God. You follow The Prime and so whatever The Prime tells you too like some sort of lap dog. You go where ever he or she tells you to. How much do you know about them?"

"I don't need to know." Roman tells me surely which is really scary.

"But I do. They want me to kill The Demons head. I'm not you Roman I'm not a soilder or some type of robot that they can command. I have a life and I'm happy with it."

"Becuase Damian makes you happy?" He asks but he sounded more forcefully and in disbelief.

"Yes." I reply without a second thought. 'Damian makes me happy and I-"

"Do you love him?"

At this, my eyes open and I am starting directly at Roman who's eyes stare back.

Love...

"Does it bother you that not once have your lips have touched? Or that he had no idea what you look like naked? That you would be bold enough to say-"

"Stop." I say taking in a sharp breath. The large lump growing in my throat made my insides turn like clothes in a dryer.

"What would be say if he learned of what you did today? Does he love you or is this a touch and go?"

"I said Stop!" I pretty much shout sitting up and wincing. "How dare you try and attempt to compare your cult leader to Damian. They are no where on the same level." I say through my teeth "I still hate you." I mumble shaking my head as tears fall from my eyes. "I hate you Roman."

"You don't hate me." He replies as I lay back down. His voice now calm and smooth. "You hate that I make you think and ask the hard questions."

He finished stitching me up and cuts the thread. "You aren't in Kansas anymore, Raqisa."

Ignoring him I wipe my eyes and sniff. He wasn't wrong.

Placing some pills on the little night stand he takes a water bottle from his bag and says, "Take these two pills. You'll feel better by the morning."

"Where will you sleep?"

"I'm not. I'm keeping watch from on the roof. I'll swing by your place and bring you clothes for tomorrow. Got that?"

Nodding I take a huge gulp of water and then the pills. He stood in the corner watching to make sure I did so. "Roman?"

"Raqisa."

"What did you do with the bodies?"

"I burned them." He answers back running his lips together. "No one will miss them."