Chapter 12

Rosemary- 

I could feel his presence entering the room. He stood at the foot of the bed and spoke as though we were striking a bargain. “I know you have many questions as do I. You gained my attention when one of my demons caught word that Enora the goddess of war was murdered by her latest prodigy. How exactly were you able to kill an immortal?” 

Enora being a goddess of war was a bit of a stretch to me. For one, I always pictured goddesses to be beautiful and she had more of a troll like appearance. If she were 

truly an immortal then she looked every bit of her age. Though I could not deny she was powerful and she displayed that in her control over me until she no longer had it.

I stared straight into his eyes with no reservation and began to tell him everything. Not understanding why I would trust the king of deceit. At this point I really didn’t care anymore. I let down my guard. I was an empty shell of a person to tired to fight. I was broken and that was painfully apparent. When I finished he stood stroking his chin in deep thought and intense debate. He lifted his hand hesitantly and the chains from my wrist vanished. Wrapping the sheet around my naked vulnerable body I stood up and turned to him. 

“Why did you bring me here and what exactly is it you want from me?” 

An uncomfortable silence fell between us and my patience was stirring as he ran his hands through his hair brushing back the golden strands that fell around his perfectly chiseled face. Walking towards me like a lion stalking his prey, He stopped inches from me. With a slight grin on his face he slowly unwrapped the sheet from my body. I stood frozen and terrified but yet aroused as my face began to blush..... He began to unbutton his shirt. 

“Don’t worry my blushing bride. This will only take a second.” 

My heart quickened and just as I thought he was going to take me on the spot, he lifted his arm and turned to me revealing his side. I gasped in disbelief as I saw the mark we shared. An identical symbol below our left rib. ♾

As though knowing my question before I could ask he took my hand and placed it on his mark...

 A vision appeared in my mind and I was blinded by a bright light. Lucifer lay unconscious on a marble floor. As I look closer I see an open wound on his side with his ribs exposed. A hand appears from the light and touches the wound leaving a symbol in its place. An angel appears speaking to the light though I cannot understand him. He turns and in his arms he holds a baby wrapped in a white cloth. I opened my eyes completely puzzled as he let’s go of my hand. 

“I don’t understand. What was that vision? Who is the child?”

Lucifer, hesitating as to whether he should answer, he replies in a rather apologetic tone; “You.” Seeing my desperation to know more, he continued. 

“From the rib that was taken from my side you were created..

I was not aware of this until you kissed me and I saw the vision. You are my Eve.” 

I wrapped the sheet quickly around me. This can’t be. I already have a mate but I couldn’t deny I felt a stronger connection to Lucifer.