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Without missing a beat, I turn around and yell at my brother, “Don’t you see! This can never work. He can’t even control his demonic side. He’s going to get her on the side of Hell, and when he does, they’ll be unstoppable.”
As I focus on Storm, Damien uses my distraction and makes his move. He pulls his sword and swings it at me, nicking the sleeve of my shirt. But he doesn’t try to gut me. He’s forcing me away, keeping space between us. The scared bastard. He knows I’ll win.
“Look, River. Don’t do this. I don’t want to hurt you. Don’t you see this is exactly what Dagan wants?” Damien growls and aims his sword, trying to force my blade from my hand.
“Storm, get her out of here. She needs to go. If you are right and we need her then she needs to be far away from here.” I turn back to the demon standing in front of me holding his hell sword.I only hope my brother takes my advice and he gets her far away from here. I shake my head trying to clear it. Is Storm right? Do we need him? Or is my assumption correct and he’s working with Dagan. Either way, he’s a demon. And we hunt demons. So, my mind’s made up.
I charge him, tearing up the grass underneath my feet as I lunge at him. I bring down my sword preparing to end him.
He blocks the blow with his sword and takes a step back.
“Look, I know I’m not your favorite person, but I’m not your enemy. We want the same thing.” He keeps his sapphire blue eyes trained on me, waiting for me to make a move.
I tentatively step forward. “You’re a demon. We’ll never be on the same side.” I rush him, only to have him sidestep and sweep my legs out from under me. Landing hard on my back, I gasp, the wind knocked out of me.
Damien stands over me and stomps his foot on my chest, pinning me. “Now, you little angelic jackass. You’re going to listen to me. I’m not, nor have I ever, teamed up with a demon, especially not one as nasty as Dagan. I came topside to help and protect humanity.”
I try to roll out from under his foot, but he puts more weight on me, not letting me up. “I don’t think so. I wasn’t finished. The thing you have to realize is that not all demons are innately evil. I, for one, hate Hell and what I am. But I can’t change that. What I can change is what I do with what I am. For me, that means saving humans. Understand?”
I grind my teeth and nod.
Damien points his sword at me. “Now, if I let you up, are you going to try and kill me again?”
I remain placid and glower at him in silence. “I wouldn’t tell you if I was.”
His eyes flash with fire and he refuses to move. The bastard. He’s really going to make me say it.
Turning my head, I glance around, looking for my brother and Riella, but I don’t see them. He must’ve gotten her out of here. I know he’ll take her back to the fire station. Sighing, I resign myself to the fact I’m going to be stuck with this asshole for a bit longer, and the fact that I owe him for breaking me out of the lust spell. “Fine. But when this is over, I’m going to kick your ass.”
He shifts his foot off my chest and offers his hand to help me up. I reach and grab it, but he pulls away, leaving me on the cold, wet grass.
He laughs and says, “I can’t believe you thought I’d help your ass up, Brook. You’re even dumber than I thought.”
“Fucker,” I mutter, pushing to my feet.
“Bastard.” Damien rubs his hands together, hiding his Hell blade. “Next time, try not to be so open. Dagan got away because of your horny ass.”
I glare, swinging and managing to punch him. God, nothing has felt so satisfying...well, maybe except for kissing Riella. “Fuck off. It was all you.”
“Even so, you liked it. I could tell.” Damien smacks me on the back. “But don’t get any more ideas. The angel is mine.”
Shoving him, I say, “Yeah, whatever.”
We’ll see. Because now that I’ve tasted Riella’s lips, I want more. So much more.
22
Purity
Riella
“Comeon,Storm.Whywon’t you kiss me again?” I grab onto the front of his shirt, pulling him in close. “I miss your mouth on mine. How you feel. The taste of your lips. It’s like I’ll die if you don’t give me what I want.” What has gotten into me? My voice whines with my pleas, and I can’t stop the disappointment coursing through me when Storm turns his head.
“Ri...please. You’re not acting like yourself. Damien said you were under the influence of his lust spell.” Storm locks his hands around my wrists, prying my hands from his shirt. “Come on. I think you need a cold shower. The space should’ve stopped your desire. Since it hasn’t, we need to try what works for me.”
I sigh and link my fingers to the hem of my shirt, as I begin tugging it over my head, Storm reaches out and stops me. “If you think so. But really, Storm. I’m not spelled. I just...I can’t explain it. I want you so badly, and I can see clearer now. It’ll help. My curiosity over kissing you again overwhelms me. Just one more.”
Storm stands frozen, his eyes staring at my chest. Desire courses through me again, the intense wave more potent than what I felt with River. And maybe it’s because I wasn’t done getting to River. Or because I can sense how much Storm craves me. Either way, I know the lust spell doesn’t influence me like it had. This is natural. Undeniable.
