Target to a Demon

Chapter Fourteen

Matthias' POV

I ran my fingers gently across Grecia's bare back. It was early morning and she was fast asleep, lying on her stomach. I admired her wholly as her back rose and fell slowly, her breathing as peaceful as ever. She herself was a serene sight to behold. After last night we had reached a whole new level of closeness, and despite feeling a tad guilty we hadn't been truly married, I felt a sense of satisfaction knowing I was her first.

During this whole mission, father had egged me on to sleep with her, as if she were some prize and not a whole woman. Even now I could go my whole life without touching her if it meant her and I could be happy together. That's where my father and I differed. Perhaps it was the angel blood in me, but I could never defile a woman as easily as he could. I craved no one else at this point except for Grecia.

I continued to rub her back gently and after a few moments, she began to stir. She rolled over onto her back, her eyes opened to meet mine. She held the sheets over her chest, staring at me with a peculiar sense that I could not place. She reached up and began to play with my hair, twirling pieces of it gently within her fingers. We stared at each other for a long moment before I pressed my lips against her forehead ever so gently. "How're you feeling?"

"I'm afraid you're going to leave now." She brushed her hand against my cheek.

I shook my head in confusion, furrowing my brows. "What? Why?" Why did she feel that way? I wouldn't be able to leave her willingly.

"It's just a boy thing." She muttered and turned away. I sighed.

"Grecia stop being so dramatic. I'm not going to leave you just because we had sex, that doesn't even make sense. If anything I want to be with you even more." I said sternly. I took her chin in my hand and gently turned her attention towards me. I smiled at her gently and I truly felt as if the next words I spoke were true; "I love you."

"You do?" she said softly. I nodded eagerly.

"Hmm. Not believing it." She grinned, looking away.

"Oh, shut up!" I laughed, bringing my hands to her sides and tickling her. She tensed and tried not to laugh, trying to push me away. "I could kill you." I joked and stopped. My words triggered the dreadful feeling of why I was truly here again.

"I love you too, Derek." she admitted after moments of calming down. I wished I could hear my true name dance upon her tongue.

She flashed me a soft smile and rolled over to the edge of the bed, throwing her legs off the side and sitting up. Her hair was so long it reached the bed as she sat and she grabbed a pink silk robe from her bed post, slipping it on and walking over to the bathroom that had been connected to her bedroom. She shut the door behind her and I sat up in my place.

She was so beautiful. In a way, the two of us were now bonded forever. I sat up, grabbing hold of my boxers at the end of the bed and slipping them on. I had half the urge to run to my father and tell him, but I was not prepared for the hundreds of inappropriate questions he would most likely ask. I heard the water in the bathroom run and I had a thought to go join Grecia in the shower. That would be romantic, right? But I decided to give her her privacy and I climbed out of bed, making my way out of the room and down the stairs. I joined the servants in the kitchen where they had been cooking breakfast.

Edward looked at me and quickly looked away. "Dude put some clothes on. I get it we're all guys here but I don't want to see that."

"Sorry, Edward." I said.

"What, no smart remark?" he replied. "Why are you in such a good mood?" he paused for a second. "Actually, don't tell me, I don't want to know."