Chapter 46: Chapter Forty-Six

"Damien..." I trailed off, opening my door and stepping out, walking slowly backwards as I watched him. The last time Damien had lost control around me, he'd nearly killed me.

Damien didn't respond, but stepped out of the car as well, looking down at the ground.

"Lucifer, while I'd rather enjoy throwing you around a bit more, I suggest you keep your calm. The poor little human has been through enough, don't make her go through anything more." Sinclair's voice said from behind me, while he wrapped his arm around my waist, ready to move me if Damien attacked.

"Get your hands off of my woman, recreant." Damien spat venomously, his eyes reverting from purple to red, his lip curling up into a snarl when he saw Sinclair's arm around me.

"I was only readying to protect her, Lucifer." Sinclair responded, holding his hands up in a show of surrender.

"You, protect my woman?" Damien asked with a deep, mocking chuckle, his lip twitching ever so slightly. "That is not your duty, and I'd suggest you learn your place." he said making a motion, telling me to come to him, while keeping his eyes trained on Sinclair. Once I was in his arms, he spoke again to Sinclair: "I must call a coven meeting. I'd suggest you not piss me off before they arrive. Otherwise, I may change my mind."

"What would you be changing your mind about, Lucifer?" Sinclair asked, cocking his head ever so slightly to the side.

"Changing the law about recreants. Making it illegal to kill your kind, rather than the other way around." Damien said over his shoulder as he led me back to the house. Once he and I were in the house, he turned around to face Sinclair, snarling. "Touch my woman again, I'll have your head." He said, before closing the door in his face.

"I thought you forgave Sinclair?" I asked when Damien turned back to face me.

"Sinclair and I settled our past issues, yes. That does not give him the right to put his filthy hands on you." He said, trying to take me in his arms again.

I took a step back, just outside his reach, shaking my head. I thought about what happened between Sinclair and I while we were in the barn. Originally, I had every intention on telling Damien, I just wanted to wait until he and Sinclair were on better terms. But after what just happened, I knew that if I told him, he would kill Sinclair. I hated keeping secrets, and even worse, I wasn't any good at it. "I'm going to bed, goodnight." I said absentmindedly, walking upstairs to my bedroom and closing the door behind me. Rather than getting into bed, I sat on the couch, lost in my thoughts.

'I know that if I tell Damien, then he will kill Sinclair. But if I don't tell him, it will create a wedge in our relationship. He knows when I'm hiding things from him, so it's not like I'll be able to keep the secret for long. What if, when I tell him, he looses control and kills me? What if he locks me in the house again? Or what if he decides not to be with me anymore?' The various thoughts were hounding me mercilessly in a mixture of emotions, leaving me feeling like I was drowning in my own thoughts. Helpless, and without a life jacket. The longer I thought about everything, the deeper I sank.

I heard a soft knocking on my door, before Damien spoke. "Bast, are you upset with me for what I said to Sinclair?" he asked me, his voice showing all the emotion I knew he'd never show on his face.

"No, Damien. I just have a lot on my mind." I said, not lying but not telling the truth either. I wasn't upset for what he said to Sinclair, it was something I'd expect him to say. But because he said it, it brought forth a lot of mixed emotions, that I had no idea how to deal with.

"Is there anything I can do to assist?"

I thought about this for a moment, before standing and walking to the door. I opened it to find Damien sitting on the ground across from my door, leaning on the railing, his face filled with a variety of different things. Pain, confusion, and anger were just a few of those things. When I opened the door Damien looked up at me, but remained seated, like he thought moving would cause me to retreat. I couldn’t help but feel like a horrible person when I saw him like that, and held my hand out, offering it to him.

His blue eyes lit up when I extended my hand, and he immediately took it, as if I would change my mind if he didn’t. “Are you sure you aren’t upset with me?” He asked as he followed me into my bedroom. 

I sat back down on the couch, and patted the spot next to me before I spoke. “Damien, I really want to tell you something. But I’m afraid of what you will do, once you know. In the spirit of not hiding anything from you, I’m going to tell you. But only if you swear you won’t overreact.”

“What would you consider to be overreacting?”

“Locking me in the house, killing Sinclair, not passing the new law. Basically if you change anything about what is going to happen. You told me before that you will never break a promise to me, unless I explicitly desire it. So promise me, please?”

“I promise you, Bast.” He said immediately, without a seconds hesitation. 

“You have to let me explain, but first, I’m just going to come out and say it. When Sinclair and I were in the barn, I thought I had feelings for him, and I kissed him.”

The moment those words left my mouth, Damien’s hand came down on the coffee table, shattering it to pieces. He closed his eyes tightly, his lip twitching as he refrained himself from doing anything he’d just promised not to do. He remained silent for a few seconds before forcing out one word; “Explain.”