Page 6 of Gambling with Time

When I felt the wards sound an alarm that someone had broken into my place, I had been ready for a fight. I didn't expect the demon hunter I was searching for to be sitting pretty on the couch. The mage would be happy the search didn't take too long. However, the men with her were an inconvenience.

I narrowed my gaze at the one that just claimed to be a friend since childhood. My memories felt off, like a black hole in my life after escaping the demon hunter that slaughtered my family. Where had I gone? Why hadn't it bothered me until now that I couldn't remember?

"Come along, demon hunter. Your mage is worried about you." I waved her over to me, like she would listen. Something told me she wouldn’t.

She crossed her arms over her perfect tits, and I ran my eyes down her body as she shifted her weight onto her left foot. "I'm not going back to the mage unless it is to kill him."

"Well, then we have a problem."

"Do we?" she asked, her voice husky as she dropped her arms and closed the distance. My dragon took notice, and all it wanted me to do was drag her into my room and claim the shit out of her.

Mine.

I pushed the thought away. She was the mage's bride, the future queen of the demons.

Mine.

"I will take you back to him."

Her lips curved up at the corners, and it felt like I knew the smile, even though I hadn't witnessed her smiling at the pawnshop. "I'm counting on it, Rai." When her palm landed on my chest, I froze. A hard swallow worked my throat as I gazed down into her too blue eyes. Then I noticed the plastic ring on her finger.

"What's this?" It was familiar. But that made little sense. It was a child's toy. I closed my hand around her fingers, looking at the fake ring.

"Your promise to me. I don't have all of my memories, but I know you comforted me when I was heartbroken."

"That's impossible."

"It's not," the other man spoke for the first time. His voice had a cultured and stiff quality. "You were Samantha's bodyguard when I met her. So protective, so in love. You would have done anything for her. You watched as she left us to fuck another man at the club Fantasia."

The demon hunter's cheeks pinked as she tossed a look at him.

He smiled at her. "Don't worry, love, we accepted the fact you wanted all of us. Although, this one didn't like to share, except for that one time."

"I don't remember that," I replied.

Dropping her hand, I stepped back. All I knew was the mage wanted her back. If I had to pretend to get her to come without a fight, I would, because hurting her wasn't high on my list of things I really wanted to do. Although, I wasn't sure why.

"Maybe if we go to the club, you'll remember," the other guy said. "Not that I want to watch you remember sleeping with my sister." He cringed, and it felt familiar. "But this, it better secure my spot as flower girl, ring boy, and best man."

We all stared at him like he'd grown another head, and he shrugged us off as he headed for the door. I guess I was playing along. It was silent as we walked the few blocks to the supernatural bar. The neon sign was bright on the dark street, and I'd heard they glamoured it from anyone that didn't have supe blood. It would make sense.

A large troll stood outside the doors. His gaze ran over our group, and he stepped aside, allowing us entry without a word. The hallway was smokey and dark as we passed through it. Once in the main room, I cast my gaze around. The music pounded out a beat I could feel in my bones. I knew the demon hunter was headed for the dance floor without looking.

How did I know that?

I turned to see if I was right, and she was already dancing. Her arms were thrown over her head and a smile was on her lips. Her brother leaned against a tall table and crossed his arms. While the God watched her hungrily. I understood the way he looked at her because I felt it myself. I pushed it away because it wasn't allowed.

She curled her fingers; her palms up, beckoning me to her. My feet moved of their own accord, and the moment I felt her brush against me, my dragon woke up again. Flashes of memory of dancing with her like this, only the God, Alastor, the Demi-god, Lex, and the demon, Bellamy, were with us. And I took everything she offered in front of anyone that wanted to watch. My dick twitched, ready to act out whatever delusion was forming in my head.

My breath caught in my chest as I realized my brain supplied names I hadn't had and paired it with faces I knew. Lex and Bellamy were with the mage. The fake prince and the Demi-god. The only one that wasn't there was Alastor, and he seemed to know things we didn't. Why did he keep his memory when we lost ours?

My dragon didn't care as he dragged her flush to me. I nuzzled my face into her hair. Sammy. My Sammy. The thought snapped into place, and it felt like a missing piece to the puzzle. I held her closer as I breathed her in. There was no way it was my imagination. She was the only thing I could see in the darkness of my memories. And it was only small parts. I felt like I was missing so much.

How was I supposed to take her back to the mage?

I couldn't.

She had to be safe. I would keep her safe this time. This time? Did dragons get insanity? Because I was feeling a little unstable.

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