Once she stabbed him, Heaven stumbled backwards and Zamiel shot his eyes open with a gasp. His breath came out in short rapid gasps and his face twisted in pain. She could tell breathing was difficult for him, but she couldn't do anything to help. Her legs refused to move, her body refused to obey her.
She stood frozen, while the voice in the back of her mind was slowly fighting its way through. Commanding her to move, but her body defied her.
It felt like her body didn't belong to her, and her mind felt like it became two separate parts. Somewhere far in the back of her mind was what she thought to be her real voice, and the front part, the one controlling her body, was unfamiliar. It made her stay calm in this horrifying situation.
Zamiel sat up and stared at the dagger in his chest before he turned to her. His eyes held so much pain she wanted to die right there. His eyes made her voice become louder and louder, fighting through with more force. Her heart raced, and she felt the panic slowly built up.
Zamiel grabbed the dagger and pulled it out. So much blood seeped from the wound and stained the white bedsheets.
He grimaced in pain before looking at her again. Those silver eyes looked tormented. They looked like the ones she had seen when she first met him. She had hoped she would never see that look in his eyes again, but here she was. Gazing into a pair of agonizing silver eyes.?
"Did... did you have to poison it?" He asked, not sounding angry but hurt.
Poison?!
No! She didn't poison it. She would never! But even as she was thinking, nothing came out of her mouth.
Heaven felt as if she was suffocating. She was trapped in her own body.
Her body betrayed her, and she betrayed Zamiel. How could she do this? This wasn't her. She would never....
Tears streamed down her cheeks. She had to move or else she would kill him. But if she could move, would she run to him or run away? She wanted to help him, run to him, save him. She was desperate, but she knew she would have to leave him.
Come on Heaven! Move!
Zamiel looked like he could barely breathe. His face turned all shades and colors until no color was left. It turned pale while he lost more blood. He placed one hand on the wound to stop the bleeding, but his eyes never left hers. He looked her straight in the eyes and she wondered what he was thinking.
Hurt. He must be hurt and feeling betrayed and disappointed if he didn't hate her already. He must be angry.
But she wished his anger would make him move. Make him leave, since she wasn't leaving. Did he have a death wish?
Move Zamiel! Leave!
She prayed to God to give her the strength to move since Zamiel wasn't doing anything to save himself. She refused to think he would die. She couldn't let that happen.
More tears fell down her cheeks. Was she just going to watch her mate die?
No!
Her voice became louder, slowly getting through, and then suddenly she moved. But it was too sudden. Almost as if she woke up from a trance or a force left her body. It threw her off balance, but she didn't take the time to think about it. Her first instinct was to run to Zamiel, and that is what she did.
She shouldn't have, but her brain wasn't functioning right.
"Zamiel!" She pressed her shaking hands against his wound and over his hand, while bursting into tears. "What should I do? What have I done? I am so sorry. I have to... what... I need to..."
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(MARRIED TO THE DEVIL SON)VOLUME 3
Romance?? Synopsis?? ??A mist appears in her bedroom, materializing into a seductive silver-eyed stranger who proceeds to satisfy her in every possible way.' THE BEAST AMONGST US Imagine living in a world full of fiery, feral beings, hiding in the shadows...
