Heart Of Darkness

Chapter 30

Skender was on his way to his room when he came across Rayven. The demon pushed past him causing their shoulders to collide without looking at him.

"Rayven." Skender stopped him.

Rayven turned around, looking annoyed. He gave him a 'what now?' peek.

"Do you have a problem?" Skender asked. "Use your tongue."

"I am more of an action person." Rayven retorted.

The demon had a problem with him. He couldn't blame him. Things always turned left when he was finally going right. That was with everything in his life.

"You know I didn't want you to get punished instead of me," Skender said.

"What you want, need or think is unimportant to me. Only what you do."

Skender nodded. "I am trying. We are all being punished, and if you didn't know, I am being punished for being negligent when I am suddenly given all these responsibilities."

Rayven placed his hands in his pocket and tilted his head. "Should I feel bad for you?"

Skender smiled. The demon never changed. Consistently rude and cold.

"I don't want you to feel bad for me. Just empathise with me."

"What is that?" He asked.

Skender sighed. The man was impossible when he finally thought they were making progress. Now everyone went back to disliking him again.

"Nevermind." He said and proceeded to go back to his room.

Once he was alone, he lay down on his bed.

Make Angelica his mate?

He closed his eyes.

How?

Mating was very different from marriage. It was a bond that, once made, was almost impossible to break. It connected two hearts and souls so deeply that they almost became one. Demons didn't make hasty decisions when choosing someone to mate with, especially if they wanted to mate with a human. They needed to trust the person enough to bring them into their world.

When a demon found the woman or man they liked, their heightened senses would imprint that person's face, voice, touch and scent into their mind. That way, they would know when they found someone they loved and wanted to be mated to.

Did he like Angelica enough to imprint her face into his mind? Skender did think about her a lot. She kept wondering about the reason why he wasn't sure.

Was it because he had just killed her father? His foolish decisions would soon turn her into a traitor's daughter. It wouldn't be the first time he ruined someone's life.

Or was it because she looked like her? The woman he once loved dearly.

Ramona.

Angelica looked a lot like her. The hair, the eyes, the way she spoke and carried herself. Maturity, self-confidence and bravery. She was even as well-spoken as her.

She had all those qualities that had made him fall in love with Ramona. Even the way she said his name was similar.

He had repeated that sound in his mind a thousand times. Something he would probably not hear again ever, and it happened for the second time in his life.

Ramona was no longer living, and he lost the little he had with Angelica.

He opened his eyes again and stared at the ceiling. Who was Angelica? He couldn't read her thoughts, just like Ramona.