Sorah’s POV.-“I should just kill you instead.”Devon begins to tighten his grip around my neck, cutting my airways and leaving me gasping with terror. I struggle wildly, exerting my all to try to push him but he’s too strong for me. My mind starts to sway as the glower on his face grows darker.‘Andreas!’ I scream mentally, digging my nails into the skin of his hands and scrapping off flesh. Devon groans but is adamant about strangling me. Wheezing with eyelids shutting and opening drowsily, his vicious grip suddenly vacates my neck and I crumble to the floor.Wheezing, gasping, coughing, and panting...My shaky hands massage my neck as I shudder from the pain. He really meant to kill me just now? My body feels so weak from putting up a fight as I struggle to get back on my feet.‘Lady Sorah, are you alright?’ I hear Dyrean’s voice in my head and I nod as I grip the edge of the altar to steady myself. ‘T-thanks, Dyrean’.That was a close call. Steadying my breath, I’m d

Sorah’s POV.-I watch the heavy downpour from my position by the window. It’s been raining for over an hour, and I haven’t left this spot since it began. The torrent is so heavy that it blurs everything out there and makes it seem as if nighttime is forthcoming.“How long are you gonna keep standing there gloomy for?” Andreas’ grumpy voice sails towards my ears and I reluctantly bring myself to make a turnaround so I can see him. Smiling simply, I respond with a suggestion, “When the rain stops, let’s go for a walk outside.”He raises a brow and furrows his face, giving me the look that insinuates I must be crazy. I giggle and use a hand to push the thin curtain from my body to walk over to him. “Why don’t we go meet everyone downstairs?” I skillfully link my arm in his and smile when he huffs, “I think it’s best you return to your rain-watching hobby.”After we’d all left that dreary cavern that day, we were surprised to discover the other Demons and a few notable Hunter fa

Sorah’s POV.- “You’re all dismissed.” “Yes ma’am.” Sighing, I relax tiredly into the comfort of the leather swivel chair I’m sitting on and listen to the collective sound of feet filing out of my office. Shutting my eyes briefly and reopening them, I twirl a bit away from the exhausting documents strewn over my desk. My eyes expand with astonishing surprise to catch the gradual shower of tiny white dots outside the window. The first snow of the year. Swiftly, I’m twirling back to face my desk, resisting the urge to cringe at the untidy paperwork. Might as well tidy them up a little before I go pick up the kids from school. A warm smile dyes over my face when my eyes float towards the picture frame standing to the farther left of the large and busy desk. How many years has it been? Hmmm, ten, huh? My thumb caresses the glass over the family picture taken five years ago as I continue to smile warmly, reminiscing the moment it was taken. Me, my mate, and our two beautiful girls o