Page 95 of The Princess and the Demon

Allocer assured me it was ok. His body was just completing its regeneration process and it would take time.

We just needed to be patient.

I had rolled my eyes, but eventually acquiesced.

When I wasn’t pacing the castle, I was in the library or in the garden. I had found my bow and quiver and spent time practicing in an attempt to find some normalcy.

Nyx helped as well, and I spent time with her often, letting her out of her cage to let her lay at the foot of my bed or at my feet.

She was getting bigger and was about the size of a small dog.

Amara came by often to check on me, but I wasn’t up for company, so I would just assure her I was fine, or I wouldn’t answer my door. I didn’t really want to see the sympathy etched on her features.

My thoughts were consumed with Amon, and I didn’t know what would happen once he woke up.

I held an incredibly overwhelming fear that he would send me away again.

I didn’t know if I could handle that again.

I sigh, turning the page of my book. I wasn’t even absorbing the words and had re-read the same paragraph five times.

“What are you reading, my dove?”

The deep voice catches me off guard, and I jump to my feet, spinning around with a gasp, the book in my hand falling to the floor.

I must be hallucinating.

Amon stood there, looking as well as the day I left him.

His eyes burn with something unreadable, and when he shifts to take a step towards me I come undone.

“Amon!”

I run to him, flinging my arms around his neck. His arms wrap around my middle, and he lifts me against him, holding onto me tightly.

I lean back to look at him before crashing my lips against his.

Electricity sparks between us, and I sob against his lips as everything I had been holding back, everything I had been feeling, floods me.

It’s too much. I’ve never felt this level of emotion towards anyone or anything. But the love I have for this demon makes my heart ache.

“Elora..” He whispers against my mouth.

His lips travel from mine to my jaw before he buries his face in my neck, inhaling deeply.

“God above how I missed you.”

My heart swells and I squeeze him tighter.

He finally sets me down, and I look up at him, my heart hammering in my chest.

“You’re here.” I breathe, looking him over.

He nods, wrapping his hands around my upper arms.

“Death himself couldn’t keep me from you, my dove.” he says, his eyes roving over my face. He frowns, and I lower my head slightly.

I know he can see the dark circles under my eyes.

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