Page 107 of Satanic Shadow

I picture my room as hard as I can, listening to Dane muttering in another language as bolts of energy shift between us. I gasp from the intrusion of power I shouldn’t feel, and my mind goes completely blank as my heart accelerates.

I feel like I’m waking up, lost but found, as if I’m reconciling with a part of me that’s been missing for too long.

The smell of the cell vanishes, my vision warping once again, and Dane tells me to focus as he forces his power into me at full capacity. I manage to somehow materialize us out of the cell by focusing on my room like my life depends on it.

His hands are gripping me as everything around us ripples into a swirl of nothing. We land on a soft rug, his chest pressing to mine as we both gasp for air. He’s crushing me until he pushes himself half up.

He grabs my face, and I see the curse has seeped into his skin already. “Talk to me. Tell me you’re okay.”

I blink. “I’m okay. Are y—”

I look up, the sound dying in my throat as all the blood drains from my face when I realize where I’ve brought him. The immortal creature who hates humans. Who hates my world and my people.

My eyes land on my bedside table—on my pink lamp and my electronic alarm clock, which is still working. My bed is still made from the morning I left for work, and a picture of me and Toodles sits on the bedside unit.

Dane frowns as he sits up and takes in our surroundings, his puzzled glare traveling around the bedroom I haven’t been in for months.

“Where the fuck are we?”

TO BE CONTINUED…