Demon ∞ l.h.

∞ Chapter Eighteen ∞

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Ashton had found small ways of communicating with me without Luke finding out, slipping me small notes and speaking quickly in hushed whispers whilst he brought me clothes and ran other small errands involving me.

This was quite fun for me actually, being trapped up in this Hellhole was boring, and since exploring my surroundings was now no longer an option, secret conversation was one of my only forms of entertainment. The thrill of keeping something from Luke and rebelling against the 'authority figure' was great fun- reading an endless supply of books could only hold my interest for a limited time.

Right now it was a quiet period between times when Ashton would have his secret conversations with me, and I was once again sitting in the plush, leather armchair by the fire, holding a book but not really reading it. Instead I was glancing at the door every few seconds, hoping and waiting for the moment in which Ashton would knock on my door. I had even more questions now than before, since my short conversation with Calum a day or so ago.

Angels? Heaven? God? Who the fuck knows what is really going on in this world!

If I'd had a clock in my room I am sure that I would be consistently switching my gaze from the door to the clock. But, unfortunately in one of my boredom filled days during the week I had ignored Luke, I had tried to dismantle the small yet elegant wall clock to find things that I could possibly use as a weapon. I think in my bored-and-delusional state, I had thought that maybe I could build a bomb like in the extensive amount of Hollywood movies I had seen, to no avail.

Letting out the third sigh in a minute, I return back to my book and attempt to understand the story I had been pretending to read. After what I imagined was ten minutes, and I had finally begun to understand what was happening, a knock on the door had me flying to answer it, a massive grin on my face.

Wrenching open the door I stare up at the man standing at my door. Quite quickly my grin fades and my expression slips into an annoyed glare I reserve just for him. "What are you doing here, Luke?"

His bright blue eyes look me up and down, a small smile pulling at his plump lips. I often tried to disregard it, but Luke really was a handsome looking man. His height, broad shoulders, and semi-permanent scowl and the constant powerful and dark look in his eyes were immediately an intimidating feature. But his baby blue of his eyes, fluffy golden hair, light complexion and plump lips were at such contrast it was hard to get a read on who he really was. It was like his appearance reflected the two sides to his personality; one was dark and brooding- this was the King of Hell.

I knew there was another side to him, a side, which I had only seen glimmers of. This side was light and inviting, like the child within him coming out. I was determined to see more of that side.

But right now, all I could see was the heavy bags under his eyes, his slouched shoulders and the clear tiredness held in his expression. And I knew I shouldn't have cared, but I couldn't help but wonder what had made him look this way. "Are you okay, Luke?" I blurted out before I could think.

Instead of giving me an answer he just winks and pushes past me, slinking into my room. I wasn't at all surprised by his lack of answer, simply annoyed that he never told me anything. I always had a sense of curiosity burning within me, and I had to use all my willpower not to let it consume me.

Looking out of my room into the dark hallway, I saw no one. Strange. I quirk my eyebrow at my sudden lack of guards and shrug my shoulders. Stepping back into my room, I shut the door behind me and turn to lean on it.

Luke's face looms down on my mine, his electric blue eyes staring directly into my plain brown ones. My head jerks back and I let out a groan of pain as it slams into the sturdy wood behind me. Reaching up and rubbing the spot where I hit it, I move around Luke and groan, "Christ, Luke, what were you doing? You almost gave me a heart attack!"

I hear his chuckle from behind me, a light breathy sound that made me smile myself. Luke's laugh never failed to twitch my mouth into it's own smile- the high pitch sound not at all suiting his masculine appearance and position of authority. I had only heard it a few times, but each time I did I only liked it more and more.

"That was not at all my intentions, Eve." Luke speaks, his voice barely heard, even in the silence of the room we were in.

"What were your intentions then?" I ask, pressing my fingers gently into the spot where I had hit my head – a nice egg was forming there as I spoke, and I knew it would hurt more later on.

Luke's eyes never left mine as he stepped away from me, finally giving me room to walk around him and back to my original position on the couch. "Calum had informed me that you wished to speak to me, and I was simply following through with that request."

He carefully settles into the couch next to the armchair and places his clasped hands gently in his lap. I take a second to stare at the odd sight before me – I had never seen Luke in such an ordinary setting before. Yet, here he was sitting before me, casually waiting for my response.

"I, well, it was nothing, I was just bored." I stutter out, not wanting to tell him the real reason

"Do not lie to me when I ask you a question, Eve. I know when people aren't being honest, and I know that was not a truthful answer. I will only ask once more: why did you want to speak with me?"

Luke's eyes continually got darker as he spoke, his anger growing and growing with each word. By the time he finished speaking his eyes were as dark as night, not a hint of blue left. This was one of the things I didn't like about the King of Hell- his short temper.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I look away from his eyes. Staring down at the book I was currently fiddling with, I mumble "I wanted to ask you some questions."

"Is that all?" His reply was instant, with not a second of hesitation. I nod my head slowly, an unexpectedly a delicate finger was being placed under my chin. He had moved inhumanly fast to squat down in front of me. Bringing my bowed head upwards, I see Luke staring at me, a crease between his otherwise perfect eyebrows.

Without thinking, I reach up and smooth the skin with the pad of my thumb, my touch gentle and caring. I feel my eyes widen as I realise what I had just done, and yank my hand back down. Why in the world had I done that? And why did it feel so natural, so...right?

I can sense that Luke doesn't know how to react to that movement either as his hand slowly retracts from my face and he steps away. Letting out an awkward cough, he resumes his position back on the couch.

"What did you want to ask me?"

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