Page 50 of Touched By Darkness

We’re on the move. Daemon carries me down the hallway and through another room, before exiting an open patio door.

Stars twinkle up ahead through the red haze that clings to my vision. I snuggle closer, inhaling the familiar scent, unable to make sense of the situation, but feeling safer than I have in a long time.

“What the fuck was that? What’s wrong with her?” Daemon growls, not slowing his stride.

Alaric’s voice rings out behind us. “I could go into details, but I’ll keep it simple for you. She’s not used to the darkness. She was born of the light, then became a fallen angel. After the original fall, the angels had to slowly acquaint themselves with the dark. Those that didn’t got devoured by it.”

“I don’t fucking get it,” Daemon growls.

“Okay, let’s simplify it more. Your uncle knows that too much darkness too soon could consume her and create a monster. Why do you think he locked her in a room with a bleeding human?”

“It’s probably not the first time he’s put her in dangerous situations. But why?”

There’s a sudden shift in the air.

We’re flying.

I’m floating.

Cocooned.

“He was about to fuck her when we entered the room.”

“She’s completely out of it.”

“Not completely,” Alaric points out. “She has basic instincts. An animal in its truest sense.”

“So, he wanted to do what? Create a monster?”

“A weapon,” Dariana speaks up.

“Subject a true angel to too much darkness too soon, and she loses all emotional capabilities. We like to think we don’t have morals, but I have heard stories about the angels that didn’t make it. It’s something straight out of a nightmare.”

“Where are they now?”

“Locked up in the dark where they belong,” Daemon says in a cold, detached voice. “They can’t ever be let loose on the world.”

We fly in silence, and I drift in and out of a dreamless sleep until we land outside their property. I haven’t been back here since my return, and the sight of the sprawling mansion is enough to make me lift my head and gaze around. The red mist is fading, slowly but surely.

We’re on the move again.

“I don’t trust her, Daemon. We need to keep a close eye on her.”

Dariana’s voice.

“And we will. Whatever my uncle has planned, we’ll figure it out.”

“Maybe he’s just a horny old fucker who likes helpless girls who snap their teeth and snarl at him.”

“Maybe she refused to fuck him in her normal state, and he jumped at the opportunity to get his dick wet when she didn’t know what she was doing.”

Yes…

“Or maybe we should stop discussing theories and just kill him.”

Daemon places me on a soft bed, and I snuggle deeper into the pillow.

“She needs a bath and some clothes.”

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