7 Chapter 5
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She remembered how her bother had relentlessly pursued Saphrina. He hadn’t stopped until he claimed her. Panic bubbled in her stomach.
He wouldn’t stop until he…Zaya couldn’t even finish her thought. Lust and need sizzled through her, pushing through the barriers she had erected between them, at the thought of being the object of his attention. And she felt it now like soil soaking up a burst of rain after a long drought, a deluge of desire so potent and strong coursed through her. Her body’s reaction told her she’ll give in completely.
No. Zaya stared out the low windows contemplating dashing for them. There was no way she could squeeze through the small space. And someone out there would definitely notice her if she got stuck. The light streaming through would be like a spotlight, highlighting her hanging ass.
She had to come up with a plan and get away from him. Before she could think up something the neon lights suddenly dimmed, and blacked out. The building shook slightly. An eerie silence ensued. Time stopped, and seemed to warp into another dimension of forced silence and total darkness. Even the humans outside seemed to hold their breath waiting for whatever was going to happen to happen.
Zaya gasped as she felt the concrete vibrate beneath her feet.
It was coming.
She didn’t know from where it was going to appear. Frantically, Zaya looked around her.
Dage couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t blink. He stared transfixed as an angel stood before him. He could feel the building shake, but he couldn’t move. She was exquisite and enthralling. She was like a mythical goddess sent to torment him. Her brown skin was radiant and looked soft to the touch. His hands itched to touch her. Mould her lithe body to his, as his lips devoured her inviting mouth. A force he couldn’t understand compelled him to move, and claim her. Dage tried to move, pushed forward by instinct he didn’t understand.
His beast raged, slamming at the confining cage.
He knew it had scented her. And it wanted out.
Baring his teeth, Dage grasped the hilt of his sword tighter, forcing his beast back into its cage. It pushed, doubling its effort, leaving no room for him to push it back.
Dage didn’t think he could hold it back any longer. The beast was finally winning the fight.
No! He shouted in his mind. It couldn’t have her; not the beast that lived within him. She was pure and looked very innocent – the horrors of the world haven’t touched her yet. And he yearned to make sure they wouldn’t.
But he couldn’t move. His muscles strained against the invisible force that held him in place. He stared at her, his body heating, responding. His c**k thickened, hardening. Desire burned him alive. The beast tripled its efforts. It roiled and coiled pushing to get out. Energy shimmied on his skin, no doubt turning it black. His nostrils flared taking in her sweet scent. It was her scent he’d followed to the basement. Now, it was pungent and intoxicating. What was she doing here alone? Dage wondered.
A booming sound sounded above them, as though something big was kicking in the roof. Dage noticed that her eyes widened at the sound. She was afraid.
Zaya looked up. The demon was here. The scent of her blood must be driving it crazy, the way it was kicking in the roof with successive powerful kicks.
A chill ran through her.
What if it was more than one? She hadn’t thought of that.
She’d thought of one demon, and that it will come from below. Zaya’s eyes turned to the floor. It was concrete. Her eyes widened to saucers. They wouldn’t waste their time digging through concrete if their prey was close. Zaya’s eyes turned to the low windows.
The humans outside…they’ll be caught in the cross fire. She hadn’t thought of that.
“I have to get out of here,” she said desperately.
The demons would hopefully follow her scent. Instead of making for the door, her eyes went back to the warrior in front of her. Zaya realized for the very first time that he couldn’t move. She had glimpsed his true form flicker over him - the jackal in its splendour. But he was holding it back, afraid to give in. Zaya couldn’t understand why. Maybe he didn’t trust it. She’d heard of that happening once, when a guardian went through his vuka – the awakening of the beast, without a mentor to ease him through the splitting of his soul. And it is believed if the jackal is too strong; it’s hard for the guardian to remain in control.
Zaya stared at him, and by the looks of things the warrior’s vuka didn’t go so well. His jackal was bold and spirited to be able to imprint itself on him without completely reaching for the surface. His fight with his jackal paralyzed him. She couldn’t leave him frozen like that.
Straining to move, Dage pulled at his muscles. Whatever was on the roof was bent on coming in. The booming continued accompanied by crashing sounds. It was smashing the roof in.
He’d heard her speak, her voice near hysterical, her face stricken. It took a while for her words to make sense. Dage realized the ceiling was caving in with every boom. Plaster fell down all around her.
“What were you doing in here?” Dage asked finally finding his voice. He could scent the demon on the roof now. The Rutete was vicious, and hunted its prey with a relentlessness that proved lethal. But the demon didn’t hunt randomly. It was a foot soldier sent out with purpose and reason.
Why did it come hunting here? Dage asked himself, and why her when it could have a pick of any human outside? Was she more than human? Dage couldn’t tell.
“I think I can release you,” Zaya said without thinking. Dage looked at her taken aback. How did she know he couldn’t move? Did she do this to him?
“How do you know that I…?”
Boom!
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