Her Witch, Her Demon: Book 1 of Hers Trilogy [WxW]

4. The Visitor

Every single night, without fail, the beautiful face of a certain witch invaded Nyx's dreams. The dreams began with little flashes here and there. Then they evolved, the visions sharpening. Meredith. She would gaze at Nyx with such warmth and longing. Every single night. It was pretty much branded on Nyx's mind, like an engraving on a golden statue.

Most nights, Nyx woke up sweating and panting, her member as hard as the mountains of Izriim, completely bewitched by the witch's gaze. The fated bond was getting stronger and increasingly more painful.

To distract herself from the torment as soon as they started, she would lock herself up in her studio, chipping away all night at the bulky lump of bronze. All night she worked, utterly lost in it, until the sun rose from its slumber. It was a good thing she didn't need to sleep.

One night, Nyx ran her fingers along the cheeks of the statue. It was not finished yet, but it was coming up quite nicely and anyone who saw it would easily recognize it as Meredith. Was the witch asleep? Nyx wondered. It was half past two in the morning. She doubted Meredith was awake by now. Did the witch have sleepless nights too?

She sighed. Why would Meredith lose any sleep over her? Nyx was the only one suffering the consequences of the fated bond. As the humans would say, Meredith was Nyx's soulmate. Her heart had chosen the witch the very first time she laid eyes on her. But what if the witch didn't feel the same way?

The very thought sent a rush of panic deep within her gut. Why was this happening to her? Even among royal demons, the fated bond was quite rare. And for a demon to be fated to someone other than another demon, that was just unheard of. Why was this happening to her?

Nyx suddenly narrowed her eyes as her ears picked up tiny vibrations in the air. She paused, waiting, listening. There was someone upstairs. Who would dare enter her home without permission? Were they tired of living or something? She teleported upstairs in a flash. And there, sitting on a couch, with his legs crossed like he owned the damn building, was the fucking bastard.

She glared at the dark-haired hybrid. He smirked at her.

"Hi, Onixcasria," he said, with a curt wave.

Nyx grabbed him by the neck, strangling him in midair. "You have some nerve coming back here, Rexadan." Her grip tightened. "Didn't I tell you never to return? So what the hell were you thinking? Threatening me with that text? Are you tired of living?"

"Nice to meet you too, big sis." Even while chocking the life out of him, Rexadan still grinned like the idiot he was. But his smile immediately faded, probably from the murderous glint in Nyx's eyes. "Look, Oni, I wasn't threatening you, alright." His breath was coming in shallow gasps now. "Fuck, sis, can you let me go now? I can't talk if you keep strangling me."

After hesitating for a while, Nyx dropped him like a sack of shit. He casually rubbed his neck before taking a seat.

"What are you doing here?" she asked her half-brother. Unlike most of her siblings who were all full demons, Rexadan had a human mother. He'd been raised in the human world by his mother until their father took him in when he was seven. "How did you know about Meredith?"

Most of their siblings thought the young demigron would not survive the world of demons because of his weak human half. Being eight years older than her brother, Nyx had tried to protect him from other royal demons who loathed his human side. But the older Rexadan got, the more ambitious and scheming he became. He fit right in.

"Have you been spying on us? If you dare hurt her — "

"Oni, come on," he interrupted. His dark green eyes held a sadness she hadn't seen in him in a long time. "Will you forever hold this against me? I was just a child. I didn't know any better."