The Last Unforgiven by Marina Simcoe

Author:Marina Simcoe [Simcoe, Marina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rocky River Publishing
Published: 2020-03-26T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 17

JUDGING BY THE DEMONS’ voices, the atmosphere in the room buzzed with testosterone and overcharged egos. Listening to their conversation, thoughts whirled and turned in my head.

‘Everyone with demon blood in them will vanish.’

If Olyena and Gremory were indeed my ancestors as Raim believed they were then I, too, had demon blood in me.

I was the reason why Raim called Andras, it dawned on me.

He said the Elder visited him a month ago. Yet he didn’t call Andras until last night, which would be a few hours after Raim had discovered the broken grate and who I was.

He had been prepared to leave this world, until he learned I’d be dying, too. He then decided to stop it from happening, and called the others for help.

My chest tightened, squeezing all air out.

‘Cambion.’ The word came from inside the room.

One of mixed blood.

Demon and human.

Like me.

In less than two days, I had discovered not only the origins of my family, but also the actual name for my kind.

I understood the end was coming to all of them, which included me now, too. I realized only a cambion could stop this from happening. I was much older than Sytrius’s son. Much stronger, too.

Swiping my hands down my thighs to wipe my sweaty palms, I swallowed hard and stepped through the archway and into the light coming from the sitting room.

“I’ll do it,” I offered, my voice coming out hoarse from the nerves vibrating through me as everyone’s attention turned to me at once.

All four demons, dressed in identical charcoal-grey hoodies and dark pants, rose from their seats at the sight of me. The expressions on their handsome faces turned guarded.

“Who are you?” someone asked.

“I’ve told you to keep your voices down,” Raim hissed at them, clearly irritated.

I blinked, my eyes getting used to the soft yellow light coming from the crystal wall sconces in the room. Dressed in a powder-blue tunic over his lounge pants, Raim moved from one of the open windows towards me.

The others remained standing next to their armchairs.

“Dee.” Raim’s voice carried both warning and concern as he crossed the room to me. “You should be in bed.”

“Who is this woman, Raim?” The Incubus, whose voice I recognized as Vadim’s, glared at Raim with menace.

“For the love of the Divine!” the blond, burly demon—Ivarr—growled. “You lying bastard! You’re hiding Sources in here, aren’t you?”

“Is that the true purpose of this property?” Andras asked, folding his arms across his chest. “Isolated as it is? Is that why you kept it a secret?”

“How did you get here, miss?” Sytrius asked me, his voice and expression softening.

“None of this is any of your business,” Raim snapped at them, turning to me. “Please go to bed, Dee. I’ll deal with them.”

I shook my head and addressed the room over his shoulder, “My name is Delilah Neri—”

“Doctor Delilah Neri?” Ivarr narrowed his eyes at me.

“Yes.”

He said a string of words under his breath. I didn’t get the exact meaning, but I was pretty sure it sounded like some elaborate cursing.

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