The Witch's Devil (Complete)

Chapter 31, Get Out

Ember's POV~

The front door slammed open, with the sound of a crash and scattering terror of felines. Panicked calls for my name. Alastor had finally arrived. The pit in my stomach eased. The front door shut with a loud unforgiving crash. Without seeing him I knew he was in a rush fueled by worry. I couldn't fault him for that.

Steps of haste, there he was through the threshold to the foyer. Now standing before us all in his unearthly presence. My heart beat slows from relief.

Oh good, he is okay.

Meet with the shriek of terror that came from Samual. My ears rang with an unpleasantness. I was much too exhausted for even more explanations. My nerves fried from the physical and emotional rollercoaster, and I just wish to get off of it.

A miserable groan echoed in my throat. I bring my fingers up to pinch the bridge of my nose. Alastor ran over to me, falling to his knees. Seemingly unfazed by our scared friend in the corner. His eyes look me over from the top of my head to the tip of my toes. Then when he finally spoke it was a gruff pain to his question.

"Ember, are you still hurt?"

"No." I answered.

"How do you feel?" He peppered, taking my hands in his. "Do we need to take you somewhere to get checked out?"

"No." I answer again softly, "Just sore now is all."

Alastor sat up on his knees, "How many broken bones, if any?" Before I could reassure him once more he continued to speak. "Cuts, bruises! Internal bleeding?"

"Alastor, I'm fine." Annoyance bubbled up, but I pushed it down.

"How's your head? You don't have a concussion do you? Wait," Alastor put hands on my shoulders after he looked closer, "You're. . . You're fine." Puzzling tone of confusion pushed past a growing smile.

Grumbling some, "I told you I was." I am glad he is in one piece, however, a group of the right mortals against a demon could've been bad.

"How are you healed?" He asked, huffing out a laugh from the adrenaline I imagined.

Shrugging my shoulder with a playful grin. "Just a little help from an annoying fae that I now have a contract with." Finishing with a giggle, I know my grin doesn't meet my eyes.

Pulling me into his arms for a tight hug, I could feel his heart racing from out of its cage. He must've been so worried. Returning his hug with one of my own. The amount of relief was insurmountable just that he was okay and in one piece.. A large breath leaves my lungs. My body allows itself to relax in this moment of peace.

Whispering into my ear, "I thought I lost you." His arms squeeze me tighter. Those words made my own heart flutter.

All but one of us made it out with our lives.

Fluttering my lashes to stop the tears from coming. My tear ducts burned from all the crying I've done. I didn't care to shed even one more. The moment ruined by the clearing of a throat. We pulled away from each other to give Damien undivided attention. Still the night is not over. Gesturing his head to Sam in the corner. Paired with his own breath of annoyance.

"Sam it's okay—" I try to speak calmly, but Samual screams.

"What the fuck do you mean by okay Ember?!" Snapping back with white hot fear. "So in a single night, my world is turned on it's head, set ablaze, while being thrown out the nearest gods damn window!!" Her voice breaks and sterns against a rawness.

"I know this is a lot to take in all at once—" I'm cut off again, unable to get a word in edgewise.

With a mocking dramatic movement of her head and hands. "Oh really?! Is it a lot to take in?" Scoffing as if what I am saying is too outrageously obvious. "I mean my closest friend of over a decade just now tells me she's a magical being. A witch that uses actual magic and spells! Who— mind you— is apparently dating an actual demon!!!" Her shouts pause briefly as she takes deep breaths. "Devils are. . . really real?!" Eyes wide as reality hit her like a truck. Running her hands through that short blonde hair. "Oh gods."