Chapter Fifty four

Demon's POV

And Helen that bitch, had a dagger aimed above Zirah's heart about to plunge it down. There was a lot we shifters can heal from. Decapitation and a dead heart were not one of them. I rushed into her with the force of a freight train knocking into her causing her to lose her balance and topple to the floor taking me her. The dagger was still in her grip and up close I recognized it as part of their family heirlooms, passed down from shifter to shifter. Her father must have given it to her.

She clutched it tightly, not willing to let it go but I hit her hand repeatedly on the floor loosening her grip a bit for it to tumble several metres away. I was lying down on top of her, my weight practically pinning her down and I made to shift back but I was too late. She raised her right knee and plunged it into my neither regions causing pain to bloom behind my eyelids and in instinctive reaction, I let her go of her hands to clutch my ball sack.

"Not feeling so powerful now, eh?"