Revival (Pure Magic Book Four)

Chapter Ten - Marco POV

Goddamn that was amazing. I rested my head on Jade's chest, the blankets pulled up over us. I closed my eyes, just listening to her heartbeat as it slowed. She stroked my hair, making me even more sleepy than I was after we finished our little session. The only thing I could compare it to was when she was my "queen" in the realm. But she was under a spell then. This was different. She genuinely wanted me, which was a serious turn on. The only word I had to describe it was perfection.

"You know," she spoke quietly, "we need to do something about Damien."

I laughed softly. "That is interesting pillow talk."

She laughed with me. "As long as stuff like this keeps happening, our pillow talk will be far from normal."

I grinned and propped myself up on my elbow, gazing at her. "So you admit this isn't the only time this will happen, huh?"

She giggled. "Absolutely." She got serious. "But seriously, I want to kill him with my bare hands for what he put you through. The only option we have is a fight." Her voice shook at the end. I suspected it was because she had trouble figuring him before, when she and the others revolted against Damien and I.

"Jade," I stroked her cheek. "You were practically powerless then. The struggles you had were because of that. Now, if we fought together, we could get him down in almost no time."

"Without black magic?" She asked.

I stopped. She had a point. Damien would fight dirty and with black magic. I had sworn off such magic during my change from evil to good. I couldn't fight him with the same strength if I couldn't fight back with the same magic. I would risk both of us being banished from the realm.

Permanently.

I sighed. "I think with our combined power, no form of dark magic would be necessary."

She seemed skeptical. "Are you sure?"

The truth was, I wasn't sure, really. "Maybe."

To my surprise, she let out a small laugh. "I'll take it. Maybe we could round up other casters."

I shook my head. "I really don't know if that's wise. More spellcasters doing their own thing in a disorganized way just puts lives in danger. We can't risk it. If we go in with a clear plan, we could defeat him, as long as we always work together."

She nodded. Truthfully, I knew both of us just couldn't stand the thought of a magical fight. Yet, we didn't have much of a choice. He was relentless.

But so was I.

"Let's sleep," I said, pulling her toward me to rest on my chest. "We can think about this tomorrow.

She nodded again. "Okay." She sounded sleepy. "Good night, Marco.

I smiled. "Good night."

I woke up with her in my arms, snuggling close. I smiled and stroked her hair as she slept. So last night wasn't just a really good dream?

"Mi reina," I whispered. It had been awhile since I had spoken any spanish. I had grown up in a bilingual household, with my mother being hispanic and my father being white as a ghost. It was an interesting setting. Focusing my attention on Jade again, I smiled. Of course, I'd never tell her that "mi reina" was "my queen". I didn't want to bring up any bad memories. But if we were to pursue an actual relationship, I would treat her like one. The right way. Not the way it was then.

I cringed thinking about it. I know I was told numerous times to forget the past. But it was hard. How were we even like this right now? I couldn't help but think that I would wake up, cold and alone because of my mistakes.