Soul bound

I want you to stay

Not really sure how to feel about it

Something in the way you move

Makes me feel like I can't live without you

And it takes me all the way

I want you to stay

Stay- Rhianna, Mikky Ekko

Aron was sitting on her bed, textbooks laid out in front of her. She focused on them like her life depended on it, trying to ignore the tension between her and the demon sitting on the nearby chair.

James had found a potential solution for the situation with Malix. It was a ritual that would hopefully drain the devils of their magic. The biggest flaw with the spell, other than the fact it might not work in the first place, was that it would also drain Aron of her energy if she was present.

So, she was stuck in her room, possibly for hours. James decided that because there was a slight chance that it could affect her even from her room, and because of the long amount of time she'd be stuck in there, that one of the incubi should stay with her. That incubus ended up being Sam.

She decided to catch up on some studying as she waited for the spell to be over, becoming frustrated with herself as she struggled to take in the material. She was too tired, too stressed to be worried about it.

"How long do you think it'll take?" she asked as she wrote in her notebook.

"I dunno, probably a few hours," said Sam.

Aron sighed and rubbed her face. "Great," she said sarcastically.

Sam frowned and furrowed his brows; he looked a little hurt. Immediately Aron felt her stomach twist with guilt. "Sorry, that...came out wrong."

"It's fine," he grunted. "I get it, we're stuck in here. It sucks."

She sighed. "Yeah..."

"Since we're gonna be in here a while...can we talk?" he asked.

She sat up reluctantly. "Yeah, we probably should."

Sam seemed almost nervous, his shoulders tense as his foot tapped on the floor. They were both quiet, unsure. Aron couldn't help but giggle after a few moments. "We suck at this."

He huffed and let out a chuckle. "Yeah, sorry."

She shook her head. "Don't apologize, you haven't done anything wrong..."

His expression shifted slightly at her words, now unreadable. "...right."

"I mean it," Aron said. "All of this, it wasn't your fault."

"I believed her."

"So did I," Aron said back. She didn't want him to blame himself. Her eyes watered slightly, her voice breaking as she continued. "And I am...so sorry."

He frowned and leaned forward on the chair, gently taking her hands in his. "Hey, you didn't know. You had a spell or whatever, this isn't your fault, alright?"

"But I've been awful to you, all of you. I should have let you explain, I-" she paused as she tried to find the right words. "I'm just so sorry..."

Aron felt him lightly squeeze her hands. "It's okay. I'm sorry too."

"It's okay," she told him. "I'm not mad at you anymore. You didn't know, it was just a shitty situation."

She closed her eyes as tears fell down her face. "I missed you," she admitted. "Even when I tried to hate you, I missed you..."