The Demon's Mate: Wrath's Delight

comfort for her. As she entered, she was overwhelmed by the memories that flooded back

t shake the feeling that something was off. The house was usually fil

s. Curious, she picked it up and blew off the dust. As she opened it, she realized that it was an ancient incantation. H

n sat down at her grandmother's old desk, running her fingers over the cover of the book. It was ancient, the leather c

mbols on the pages were intricate and unfamiliar, the drawings of the demons menacing and unse

othered by what she was doing. She did not think it was

book..." Olivia then

he found herself returning to the book, reading the incantation over and over ag

el the words vibrating through her bones. The poem spoke of anger and vengeance, and how what goes around comes back aro

he stopped again, and let go of the book. But for some reason, a voice deep ins

t was too difficult to resist the temptation of doing

he incantation aloud. The words echoed throughout the empty house,

if there was something sinister hidden within its pages. Despite her growing fear, she couldn't bring

ea, ira est mea

repeto in illos

una, arm

incerem et malos a

. She turned around, but there was no one there. She br

inis malus

os qui mihi nocu

ndicta et ir

t a gust of wind sweep through the attic and she stumbled backwards, dropping the book

a man - a very handsome man. He had long, flowing hair that cascaded down his back in silky waves and pierci

rkness that seemed to emanate from him, and she couldn't quite put her finger on what i

dn't help but feel a twinge of fear in the pit of her stomach, even as she was drawn to him. Sh

h her body. The man's touch was cold and calculating, and she could feel his power coursing through her veins. S

ps almost brushing against her skin. She knew that she should pull away, but she cou

red in her ear, "You called, and I h