Lover Sacrificed - Chapter 11

Darius found himself in some sort of white room full of doors.

What the hell…

He had been fighting lessers, feeling the rush of the kill just a minute ago, along with his best friend and uncle. How had he ended up here?

Wherever here was…

- Hello?

Chills ran down his spine as things started clearing in his head. He realized where he was now.

They had been fighting more lessers than usual, and the 4 of them had needed to call for back up. Screeching tires from an escalade had had him thanking the Scribe Virgin for sending V and whoever was with him. Except when the door opened, it hadn’t been V.

Unless he had shaved his goatee, shrunk in size, was a pale motherfucker and stank like babypowder now.

Another 6 lessers had jumped out, joining the other 6 they had been fighting already. They weren’t going to make it. Which was fine for him and Ahgony. Not so much for Tohr and John, who had their shellans waiting for him.

He had… nothing.

Nalla was off limits to him and if he couldn’t be with her, everything else could just go to Dhund.

Sure, there was that little issue with his mating ceremony coming up in a few months, but hey, this suited him just fine. In fact, it was probably the only way to get out of it. Then the lessers had started to shoot.

He smiled now, knowing exactly where he was. He could wait for Nalla here.

Let’s get this over with.

He reached for one of the doors when he heard a female voice.

- You may wish to rethink  your choice.

He frowned but lifted his hand of the knob.

- Welcome to the Fade.

She smiled, showing fangs. Was she a chosen? He didn’t recognize her.

- You have to choose one of the five doors.

- What is the difference.

- I don’t know. I haven’t opened any of them.

- Are we in the in between? Who are you?

- No we aren’t and I’m just a messenger.

Somehow she looked familiar.

He heard a thud and felt a tugging at his chest.

- Ah, guess they are not ready to let you go yet.

- Wait, but…

The female started to fade away as another thud and tugging feeling had him closing his eyes. When he opened them again, he was in the mansions tunnel and it seemed like almost the whole household was there.

- Mahmen?

His mother was in his father’s arms, crying her eyes out. He looked at his father and couldn’t believe his eyes. Where those… tears running down his face?

His stoic, tough dad, was showing emotions? A weakness? In front of everyone?

- Dad?

No one acknowledged him as he walked through the wall and entered the operating room.

- It’s over Nalla. He’s gone. There is nothing we can do.

- No!

The love of his life had her bloody wrist over his lips, the blood inside his mouth overflowing because his body wasn’t working and therefore not swallowing what she was feeding him.

- Please come back to me Darius. Please.

He felt a last tug as his spirit flew back into his body.

A bonded male never could deny his mate anything…