All Your Fault

Chapter Eighteen

Lavender eyes drifted across the empty shadows of my dreams, an evil smile followed, “I’m coming for you elementalist…I’m coming” the slick voice whispered menacingly, grating on my ears, feeding the rising terror.

I woke gasping for breath, clawing at my throat, “Girl?” a thick Russian accent drifted across the room that felt like a gilded cage.  My eyes snapped to the door, his bulk towered in the open doorway, his inky hair surrounding his face, tattoos looking lethal against the white walls.  A toothpick rolled around in his teeth, his dark eyes penetrating from across the room.  A black shirt clung to his heavily muscled torso and faded jeans hung from narrow hips, down to his unlaced boots.  Danger leaked out of him and crept across the floor, caressing my skin like a silk sheet, my breath caught at his predatory beauty.

The terror from the dream had vanished; I launched myself out of the bed and leapt at him.  Has muscled arms caught me midair, I wrapped myself around his bearlike form, pressing my face to his shoulder.   He growled, it rumbled through his body as a hand cupped the back of my neck possessively, the other under my thighs. 

“He’s coming,” I said against his shoulder, my arms tightening in fear.

“Who is love?” his voice was hard, his hand gripping my neck tighter.

“Dubois,” I said quietly, I had never mentioned the visit from Henry Dubois to him, and as I suspected dark anger rippled across his chiseled face, he clenched his jaw.

“Henry Dubois?” he asked in quiet anger, his arm under my thighs turning more solid in pent up anger.

I nodded, pressing my lips together, “what am I?” I asked fearfully, I had tried to foolishly run from what was happening around me, hoping childishly that if I went home and pulled the covers over my head that it would all be a nightmare.  Too bad the nightmare had turned out to be my life. 

He looked away, his eyes darkening fractionally.  Walking to an overstuffed, ornately fabric cover chair, carrying me as if I was child; which irked me as much as when he constantly called me ‘girl’.  He sat with me in his lap, I moved to climb off, embarrassed by my reaction when he walked in; but he growled darkly his arms forming iron bands around me holding me in place.

“Do not move.” A warning in his voice had me freezing, before I forced myself to relax my muscles.

He massaged the bridge of his nose, his right arm belted over my thighs, “you are an elementalist,” he began, “the last one left, you control the five elements.  Earth, air, fire, and water; each element is called to you and through you can be used as you wish.” I stared him, it couldn’t be true.

“I’ve never controlled anything in my life.” I stated heatedly, still trying to deny what was surrounding me. 

He waved a hand in the air, “that is beside the point, it is in your blood, your soul, it is who you are in here,” he tapped a finger on my chest before hastily snatching it back, swallowing.

I eyed him warily, already spitting out my next question that had been weighing down like a brick since the night Carter had tried to claw my body to pieces, “what are you?”

His eyes snapped to mine, baring his teeth, “I am a demon.” I leaned away from him as dangerous waves poured off his stiff form, enveloping me in his scent.

“Do not back away girl, it would not be wise.” He snarled, his hand digging into my thigh.

“A demon?” I stuttered.

“Yes, there is world that is not part of this one, yet lives alongside it.  We call it the Vale, an otherworldly place that plays host to demons, fairies, and other creatures such as those.  Faya and Flora, are fairies, you met them before.”

I nodded, remembering aqua eyes and hypnotic sleep, “they always put me to sleep,” he nodded, his lip curling into a snarl.

“Yes indeed they did” he sneered.  I stared at the door where he had stood, digesting the information.  A scream built up in the back of my throat as everything came crashing down in the my brain. I had opened my mouth to let out the wail when I chocked on air as Dorian buried his face in my neck inhaling deeply.  I froze, not knowing what to do; his hands caressed my thigh and back, making me hyperaware of how sensitive my skin was.

‘Dorian’

I couldn’t help myself anymore, the aroma of her skin, lilac and lavender was intoxicating, her pale throat bare to my face.  My lips skimmed her skin and my mouth watered, the demon in me begging for a taste; just one small bite.  I groaned, my tongue flickering out, before forcing myself away.

“Sorry” I said gruffly, shoving her unceremoniously off my lap, hurrying towards the door. I had things to see to and she was too distracting.  I ignored the hurt look that mixed with the astonishment before I stormed out the door; my fists clenched tightly at my sides ensuring that I didn’t turn around and attacked her where she stood.

“I’ll be back, do not leave again, or else.” I snapped, slamming the door shut.