✓ [18+] COMMITMENT

F I F T E E N : C A L M B E F O R E

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F I F T E E N : C A L M  B E F O R E

The moments of happiness we enjoy take us by surprise. It is not that we seize them, but that they seize us—Ashley Montagu

K A T A R I N A

For the last two weeks I've been doing nothing but training in my free time. When I'm not training, I'm researching. I've gone back to my parents house once since the incident and still couldn't find anything.

I haven't been contacted by my brother either. I don't even know how I could reach out to him. It's like he just disappeared.

Today I'm sitting on the dock at the pond that's tucked away in shrubbery a mile away from the Azazel estate. I'd just gotten done with magical training with their personal Warlock, Cassandra. She seems nice but a little full of herself. I'd much rather train with Mickey because I feel like with her, I'm not being challenged enough.

Jax, Nadine, and Dante have been helping with my physical training and I've become stronger, faster even. I'm not sure if it's because I'm a warlock or part angel.

When I first started my mother's journal, I'd learned that she was in fact a Templar that left that life behind when she met my father. I've read through her journal a couple times and today I'm on my third go of it.

I turn another page of the journal, reading over my mother's handwritten words. This one is one of my favorites. It's when she finally realized she loved my father.

The part that surprised me in her entries, was that she was actually suppose to dispose of my father originally. Ordered to seduce him, she had to get close and then take him out. She had fully intended on going through with her mission but the closer she got to him, the more in love she fell.

I look up from the journal and gaze across the glistening water. The reflection of the trees and their bright orange and yellow leaves is breathtaking. They flutter off their branches and land on top of the water, causing ripples to dance.

As I sit quietly, I think about what if I had been born and raised into a Templar. What would my life have been like? If I had met Dante, would I have been able to end him simply because I was ordered? Or would I have been like my mom and chose love over duty?

As if on perfect cue, I hear a familiar sound of boots on wood behind me. I continue to look across the water with a content smile. Dante sits down next to me with two mugs, handing me one.

"Thank you," I smile, grasping the warm mug between my fingers and watch him.

My love looks out over the water and the wind blows, causing his hair to whip around. His hair has gotten longer on the sides and he is growing out a goatee. It makes him look older and I actually really love it.

Dressed in a light grey Henley that shows off his muscles, the dark ink on his arms slightly show through the material and peak at the collar as they end at the base of his neck. He takes a sip of coffee and grins.

"I can feel you fucking me with your eyes," he smirks and turns his head towards me. His blue eyes are dark with lust.

I smirk and turn back towards the water. Closing the journal, I take a drink of coffee and close my eyes. Enjoying the cool fall breeze.

Dante tucks my hair behind my ear and gives my temple a gentle kiss. He scoots closer to me, wrapping his arm around me and I lean back into his embrace with a smile.

"How was your training with Cassandra?" he asks while pressing a kiss to my shoulder. I can feel his grin through the material of my jacket.

"Wonderful," I scoff and roll my eyes. He chuckles against my neck and gives it a quick peck.