LOGINHelion’s POV My gaze is fixed completely on Amelia as she makes the revelation. There was someone there watching the entire scene. There was someone there waiting to watch her die. I clench my fists so tightly that my knuckles begin to crack. The shadow realm not only have vampires in cahoots with them now, they have also managed to corner some of the demons from the underworld. They are targeting Amelia, unaware that they are forcing me into a brutal bloodshed. “A man on the rooftop,” I repeat, the words tasting like ash on my tongue. Because I’ll be reducing someone to dust in a little while. I stand up from the bed and walk closer to Peter. I straighten my shirt, my expression hardening into a mask of pure rage. I look up at peter. “Is the rat in the lower levels, Peter?” “Yes, Sire. He’s been taken to the dungeon,” he replies. “We locked him up with Vervain chains, he can’t escape.” “Helion, wait,” Amelia’s breathy voice cuts through my dark thoughts. The sheets rustle as s
Amelia’s POVA soft warmth is the first thing I feel as my consciousness slowly creeps back. The violet rumbles are gone. The suffocating, heavy air of the chain room has been replaced by the familiar, comforting scent of sandalwood, dark spice and rain.Helion’s Scent.My eyes flutter open, a groan escapes my lips as a dull ache throbs beside my eyes. The ceiling above me holds a very beautiful and familiar chandelier. I’m back in his room.“Stay still, Lia. Don’t move.”The deep, familiar baritone voice vibrates through the air, sending a chill down my spine. It’s his normal voice. Clean, smooth and devoid of the terrifying multiple echoes from before.I turn my head on the pillow and he is seated on the edge of the mattress, staring down at me. He is human again, though traces of his battle with his demonic side are still evident as his vibrant, golden eyes look a bit dull.“Helion…” I whisper, trying to get up but two large hands grip my shoulders and push gently back down onto th
Amelia’s POVDid he just mention the devil? Like the actual devil? What position does he hold in hell, actually? “Yes, your majesty,” the demons bow and vanish into thin air. But Helion still holds onto the last one, his grip tightening around the creature’s throat.“Do you think I’ll let you go after you tried to touch what’s mine? You must have been courting death to make such a foolish move.”His voice vibrates — no, it thunders, splitting into several overlapping voices at the exact same time. Helion lifts his free hand, and a brilliant , blue flame erupts from his palm. He doesn’t even direct it to the demon, but the creature catches fire immediately. A loud, shrieking cry fills the air, and within a few seconds, the demon is reduced to a pile of ash.My heart hammers so loudly I can hear it echoing in my ears.“Amelia,” Helion whispers in the same cold, frightening, layered voices. “Did I not ask to stay in the room?”My breath hitches as I take several steps backward. This isn
Amelia’s POVThe air in the room goes completely still the moment the words leave Peter’s mouth.The demon council executioners. A convoy from hell. Hearing the title alone instantly steals breath from my lungs. I look at Helion and his demeanor has hardened into something unreadable. His eyes glows dark, fiery crimson and the room suddenly feels like it’s catching fire.“The executioners,” Helion repeats, his voice dripping with pure venom. “They dare step feet into this realm without my invitation, and now they demand an audience?” “They tag it a matter of realm security, Sire.” Peter whispers, casting a silent glance at me. He sighs. “They ask to see her, too.”My breath catches instantly in my throat. Me? Why would a group of demons want to see me?“Really?” Helion smiles — a dark, cold expression that didn’t reach his eyes. “Tell them I will meet them in the grand hall. They do not get to lay their filthy eyes on what is mine.” Mine. That word again. He makes it sound like I
Amelia’s POV The first thing I perceive when I wake up is the rich scent of mahogany and expensive, dark cologne. I peel my eyes open, staring at the ceiling adorned with beautiful chandeliers and I instantly realize where I am. Helion’s bedroom. The memories of the horror earlier today at school comes rushing back in violent waves. The strange silhouette at the rooftop, the sickening thud of the horse crashing onto the pavement, the stench of the blood that splattered across my shoes. Mere thoughts of it made my entire body shiver. I drag myself up from the bed, I could hear the frantic pounding of my heart. The room is dimly lit, just as it always is. I threw off the covers and swing my leg to the other side of the bed. My hands still trembles terribly. I am furious at Helion for ignoring me for days, terrified that some twisted freak must be hunting me. And most importantly, utterly confused by the weird energy that had vibrated from my own chest inside his car. The wind
Helion’s POV I was at the office when my phone buzzed on the mahogany desk. Seeing Kara’s name on the screen, I swiped on the it and turn on the speaker. “What is it, Kara?” I asked, not breaking focus from my paper work. “Helion! Someone just tried to kill Amelia!” I froze. My hand moved swiftly and snatched the phone from the desk, pressing it to my ear. “What do you mean?” I demanded. My voice dropping into a low, furious growl. “The university president called me, I’m on my way to her department right now.” She explained, her breath ragged. “Can you come over? Helion, she needs you.” My jaw tightened, my fists clenching until my knuckles turned white “Go get her. I’ll be there soon.” I know I had put her in that college — to use her as bait to draw those bastards out. But if anyone dared to actually lay their filthy hands on her, I would rip them to shreds. “Peter,” I called through the mind link. He appeared within seconds. “Get the car ready. We are going to
Amelia’s POV “How about we take this to the bathroom? Hmm?” He smirked. And before I could utter a word, he lifted me off the ground, I held on tightly, wrapping my hands firmly around his neck as we made our way into the bathroom. He kicked the door open and gently dropped me into the tub, bef
~ ~ ~ ~I stared at the man seated in front of me. He looks simple, but I could sense the danger lurking around him.“What is that?” I asked.“Amelia.” He responded. A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes as a smirk curled up in the corner of his lips. My brows shot up in surprise, “How do you know
Helion’s POVI stared deeply into those Crystal blue eyes. With no response, I lifted her up, wrapping her legs around my waist and carried her to the table. With a swift sweep of my arm, I cleared a space on the table, sending papers scattering on the floor, settling her gently on it.She let out
Amelia’s POV That feeling of loneliness was a feeling I was very well familiar with now. Born into a powerful vampire family, I was only but a human, and that was when it all began—the hate. They called me an outcast, a disgrace. “A beautiful face and curves are all you’ve got, Human slut!” My si







