Damien and Juliet (ON HOLD)

C26| The anniversary

Hola, my dears!

Yes, yes, this is another chapter. I know I said I'd be going back to the weekly updates but you've all been so amazingly supportive and your comments have been so encouraging that I couldn't help but write another one.

Now, I'm hoping you're liking this novel so far. Some things may be confusing and some things may seem rushed and I really am sorry for that -I'll probably go back an edit when I've finished.

Either way, I hope you'll be happy to know that this book will be continuing for quite a while and at the moment, there's no end it sight (even though I have already written it...heh heh).

Anyway! Enjoy you guys! Thank you again and please don't forget to vote and comment!

NB: In case you guys haven't noticed the mention of snow in the past chapter, it's around Christmas time in the made up world of D&J :)

❉ s a r a h ❉

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C26

I woke up with a jolt the next morning, one side of the handcuffs still around my wrist while the other side dangled on the ground.

My tired eyes quickly found the gun I'd had clutched to my chest a few hours ago on the ground and almost immediately, the memories of last night invaded my thoughts.

When they did, I scrambled to stand, anxiously hurrying to escape my room as I wiped my mouth for the hundredth time in an effort to get rid of the feeling of Jason's lips against my own.

Without acknowledging any of the Hunters that passed me by, I ran straight down the hall and down a few others before stopping outside a door that, on the outside, seemed just like the rest. Relentlessly I started knocking, bouncing nervously on the balls of my feet as I waited for the door to swing open.

When it did, I was unsurprised to see Cynthia staring back at me, her eyes wide as she took in my appearance. Before I had a chance to explain why I was standing in front of her wearing the same clothes as yesterday and smelling like I hadn't showered in days, she snatched my arm and dragged me into her room, glancing at the bed to where Orion sat idly cleaning his guns.

"What happened?" Cynthia asked, looking away from her distracted mate as she gently placing her hands on my shoulders and inspected me with a small, concerned frown.

"I need help," I whispered softly, holding up my cuffed wrist. Cynthia immediately launched into action and grabbed a key for the cuffs from the edge of the bed where all the other weapons were waiting to be cleaned and unlocked the restraint around my wrist, her frown deepening with confusion.

"Wh-"

"Jason kissed me," I blurted as the warded handcuffs fell to the ground. Cynthia's gaze immediately snapped up to meet my own while I rubbed the red mark that had formed around my wrist.

"I know," she replied quietly and I nodded, expecting her to say that. Tears stung my eyes again and I looked down with shame, biting down on my lip. "But there's a reason, isn't there?" she added and I nodded, unable to get the words out.

"I need help," I repeated what I said before, slowly looking up at her. "I need something that'll stop a Warlock from using their magic on me," I elaborated and Cynthia's eyebrows shot up in surprise before anger flashed in her eyes. I noticed it when Orion stiffened from his place on the bed but he remained silent, clearly trying to give us some form of privacy.