Demonic Spell II

Recipe 7

RECAP:

Even with my eyes close, I can feel someone’s eyes watching me as I pretended to sleep.

Expecting to see Thallan, I was surprised when I saw a beautiful red-head standing at the foot of my bed.

Her hair was redder than Sam’s and it cascades down her thigh in a fall of tight curls, and her probing golden eyes are staring at me intently.

“Who are you?” I asked her as I remember seeing her the night before. A frown marred her porcelain-like skin as looks at me like I was something that doesn’t supposed to speak.

“Who are you again?” I repeated.

“He’s mine.” The bell-like quality of her voice sends chill up on my back.

“What?!”

“Thallan is mine…” The possessiveness in her tone sends alarm on my head. Danger!

“What are you saying?” I'm confused and angry. She’s practically ignoring my questions while spewing nonsense.

“You have no right to shackle him to you. Let him go.” She stated coldly and emotionlessly as her eyes pinned me on my bed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. What Thallan and I have is a mutual agreement. I didn’t force him and I'm not planning to, and who are you anyway?” Glaring at her, I kicked my tangled blankets from my legs.

She gave me a terrifying and taunting smile just before she dropped the bomb of who she is.

“I'm Illia. Thallan’s soulmate.”

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“I'm Illia. Thallan’s soulmate.”

“You’re.. you’re his Mate? I.. I thought she was dead.” Sputtering with shock and disbelief, I stared hard at her.

His Mate was a sore topic for Thallan, making him act like a bear with an aching tooth whenever she was elusively stated, and he never ever mentioned what happened to her. I just have a vague information way, way back from Fuxal and bits from Thallan himself that his Mate died centuries ago.

What is she doing here now?

 

“I'm pretty sure that I'm very much alive and not dead.” She sneered, flashing her small yet still sharp fangs on my direction, and I fought the urge to lunge on her and pulled those fangs out with my bare hands.

I hate seeing fangs being flashed at me!

“I'm here to take back what is mine. So let’s make this easier by you setting Thallan free and out of this stupid Deal.” She growled.

A loud ruckus downstairs saved me from replying to her as I sprinted down the two flights of stairs in record time despite of the sharp pain throbbing in my back, fearing and expecting the worst possible cause of the commotion; Thallan and the Werewolves fighting with each other.

Releasing a sigh of relief that my house was still intact when I reach the bottom of the stairs, I saw Samantha and Cole in the middle of the living-room, having a shouting contest with each other.