The Demon's Half

Chapter 40

I woke to warmth. To steady breathing, a firm heartbeat and strong arms wrapped around me. I opened my eyes to find Logan holding me. My cheek was pressed to his chest, his body curved around mine like he could shield me from everything waiting outside this dungeon.

I didn't dare to move. I was sure he hated me. He said he did, while I stabbed his heart. Even though, he had been right all along. About Ozias, about me.
He should've still been mad. But instead he was holding me like none of it mattered.
As if I was still his.

"Thank you," he whispered. "For saving my mother. For saving me."

Something in the way he said it made me ache.
I looked up at him.
His eyes were shadowed. Tired. Guilt lingered there, but so did something quieter.

"Logan," I started.

But he shook his head. "Don't," he said. "Just... don't."

He kissed me.
A whisper of a thought slid through my mind—Ozias.
I shoved the thought away.
The kiss started cautious. Like he didn't know if he was allowed. But when I didn't pull back, he deepened it. His fingers tangled in my hair, as his body pressed into mine. I clung to him like he was something solid in a world that kept spinning. He groaned as my teeth caught his bottom lip. His hands slid under my shirt, palms sweaty and warm against my waist. I'd missed this. Gods, I'd missed him.
I let my hands roam over the lines of his abdomen. His hips rolled against mine, positioning myself in the exact place I needed. I gasped into his mouth, breathless—

"Yeah, I know you're trying to be quiet," Bo's voice sang from the shadows. "But we can hear eeeeverything. And smell it too."

Logan stilled.
His head dropped against the floor.

"I fucking hate demons," he muttered.

Bo laughed. "And yet here we are. Bonding."

Jade stirred beside us, but she didn't wake.
Thank the gods. My face burned. But still, Logan didn't let go. His chest rose and fell beneath my hand. He pulled me tighter, tucking me under his chin. All I could smell was his sweat and dried blood. And I loved it.

"Sleep," he whispered. "We'll deal with this tomorrow."

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Six days left.

At least according to Jade.

A witch had come to check on me earlier, but I barely responded. Oddy said she muttered something about coming back tomorrow. Which meant I had been asleep for an entire day. The torchlight made it hard to guess.
Logan hadn't left my side once. And for that, I was grateful.

"I am really sorry, Jade." Elliot continued, begging for forgiveness for the sixth time.

"It wasn't you, it was the demon," Jade muttered, her nails scraping half-heartedly at the rock wall beside her. The dirt didn't budge. Her tone didn't either.

"I know, I just—" He caught himself. Didn't finish the thought.
Maybe he was thinking about all the times he'd accused Alilla of using magic. How quick he'd been to judge. How close he came to losing Jade, just like Alilla did. But all he said was, "I'm just glad Morgan healed you too."

Bo snorted.

"Yeah," she answered.

No one had told Elliot that Jade was immortal.
Since this was the first time we had heard him speak since Erick... we didn't have the heart to tell him. And thankfully, the demons remained quiet too.

"What are those horrible creatures?" Elliot asked after a beat.

"Varnoks," I said.

"Disgusting beasts," Bo snarled.