Tossing all night long, I barely getting any sleep aside from being jolted awake by the creaks and groans in my house. I keep thinking it's that demon coming to get me. With an axe raised over my head, ready to swing down to cut my head clean off my body. Or some kind of pike, stringing me up onto it in order to show off how stupid a witch like me could be to keep a General of Hell imprisoned in my house.Nightmares flash behind my eyes. All I can dream of is burning in the pits of hell surrounding me as demons crowd around my hole and toss rocks down at me, cackling as they hit me. And at the center of it all would be Sol, staring down at me with contempt and vengeance in his eyes at finally being set free from me. I'm covered in sweat by the time morning light streams in through my blinds. Exhaustion weighs me down, making it hard for me to want to actually get out from under my covers. I groan to myself and roll over onto my back, wrapping myself tightly into a coco

As I'm cooking dinner, I find myself wondering if I'm being a gigantic idiot. Sol is obviously affecting my magic by us being entangled with each other. Whether it's from me tethering him by Daelic's suggestion or the more obvious route of what Sol and I both failed to tell him: us sleeping together. Is it wrong of me I can't exactly apologize for that? Of course, I could've pushed Sol off of me at any time, drawing a line in the sand with boundaries that stated only superficial touching like him making me come in the shower were allowed. But with that also came the dreaded fact I'd more than likely still be lusting after him. Which only annoys me further. He's so fucking distracting I can't help but notice every little thing about him. Even now as he walks around my living room half naked from earlier, making me glance over my shoulder every few minutes in order to watch him. It's those damn tattoos, I swear…I shake my head and grab the pan's handle

I wallow in Eva's dorm room for the next few days. She'd been an actual saint when I'd shown up at her door, a mess and crying like I'd just gotten broken up with, and ushered me in while tucking me into her small twin bed while I babbled on about everything to her.I couldn't hold back while I spilled everything—confessing every morsel of information I'd been withholding from her over the past few weeks because I didn't want her to judge me. My heart ached, remembering Sol's devastated expression as I'd turned around and left him wailing after me like a dog left behind by its owner. And even that, too, I told her about.The sound wouldn't leave my ears, even in my dreams it haunted me. She'd been quiet for a long while, petting me gently to sleep while murmuring we were going to figure it out together. But how? How could I let a demon invade my life so thoroughly and leave me feeling so devastated afterwards? It didn't seem fair. I knew he'd be leaving and

My heart hammers in my chest the moment I hear Sol's voice. I want to cry, I want to laugh, I want to get up and go over to him and punch him square in the face. There's so many emotions brimming to the surface it's hard to decide on which one to act on first.When I go to lift my head, Somner's hand tightens its hold on my hair, forcing me to remain flat on my back. His hard cock presses into my leg uncomfortably, trapping me in a weirdly sexual position. "Get out of here, man." Somner calls across the small clearing. "Go find your own witch to bang."My hands press up against his shoulder in order to shake him off of me. He's going to get himself killed if he keeps talking to my demon like that. Sol lets out a dark laugh. "I think you're mistaken. You have my witch."A shiver rolls through me. Embarrassingly, my core heats at his words. My body craves for him to rip me out from under Somner and throw me onto my stomach so he can claim me for himself. It's s

Over the next few days, I stay by Sol's side 24/7. He comes in and out of sleep quite a few times, coherent enough to understand where he is but not enough it keeps him awake for any amount of time long enough to talk to him. It worries me the longer he stays under but it's obvious him sleeping so much is helping. Eva and I are round the clock on taking care of his wounds and redressing the bandages like we're some kind of two-person medical team. I'm honestly so impressed with her I could cry and kiss the shit out of her. I'm sure once I have a minute to breathe and Sol's finally awake for good I'll do just that because she's been a fucking angel.Around the morning of the third day, Daelic surprises us both with a visit and a duffle full of supplies from Hell. "How is he?" I wipe my hands on one of the only remaining clean hand towels I have left in my house and slide off the edge of my bed. Eva and I had ended up carrying him all the way from the woods t