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As suddenly as I was surrounded, it all faded and I was standing in an empty patient room with Monty frantically pacing. I’d seen him pop in and out of existence, but this time, he’d taken me along for the ride.
“Did he touch you?” We never talked again after he found me with Drake. I also hadn’t realized how little I called for him now that I’d found friends and settled in here.
He seemed to be feeling the effects, his words intense as he checked me over for marks.
“I’m fine, no,” I reassured him, but I could feel the distance between us.
I hated it.
But the moment I fully took in my monster, I couldn’t shake Drake’s words. He said Monty wasn’t a hallucination, and I needed to hear Monty admit it himself.
“Are you a demon?” I asked him.
“Yes,” he said after a few beats.
This was the first moment I was acknowledging he wasn’t just in my head. I wondered if he thought it would change things.
Then again, Dark Haven had already changed me, and us, in the process.
“Why? You’ve never asked me before.” He sounded almost panicked. I’d never seen Monty anything less than calm and collected even if he was furious.
“Why are you banned from Vane’s office?” I demanded. “I need to know why you didn’t save me if you care.”
“If?” he seethed. “Don’t fucking talk down to me, Harlow. I care more than I ever should.”
“Yet...” I trailed off, letting the silence hang between us. It was full of every unsaid accusation I had. I’d gone through a lot of fucking shit in my life, and he’d only been present for half of it, even if I called.
“My obligations are none of your concern, little human. Again, I ask. Did he touch you?”
“No, I told you. And what does it fucking matter if he did, Monty?!” I screamed back. “You pop in and out on me, including when I was fucking Drake, and now you demand I tell you things while giving me half-assed answers? You don’t own me, Monty.”
At the mention of Drake, he froze; clearly, I’d struck a nerve.
His laughter was cruel and grating, creeping down my spine like ice. I backed away from him, swallowing my fear as he stalked forward until I was pinned between him and the bed.
“You are mine,” he corrected me. “I own every inch of you, Harlow, do not forget that.”
“Fuck you,” I said, my voice trembling as his scent of storms and icy rain wrapped around me. I shivered, but it wasn’t the cold, it was all him.
“Who did you call for when you were scared?” he demanded.
We both knew I couldn’t lie my way through this one, it had been him.
Always Monty.
But he was preying on these poor people. Or at least others of his kind were. Would he truly be any different?
The image of that terrified woman still haunted me. She meant nothing to the demon that taunted her.
Did I mean anything to my own personal demon? Was I stupid for how much I cared about him? Even now I was hating myself for possibly hurting him by fucking Drake.
If the others were my mates, their scents calling to me, then so was he. Did that change anything?
“Stop doubting me, Harlow. I never said I was good for you, or that I could be with you every moment you demand me to be,” he gritted out. “I’m not a fucking guardian angel and even they are less reliable than us demons, we just won’t lie to you about it.”
“I’m not yours, Monty,” I said again, but weaker this time. I was his and we both knew it. He was my constant, my protector, even if not in the most wholesome ways.
He was also right. Monty was always honest. It was me who didn’t ask him the right questions.
