Immortal Memory (Book One) by Sylvia Frances Page B

might've let Lucinda down all those years ago. But
I promise I'll
never let you down, and I especially won't let her down
again."
    Unsure of what to believe, Simra
refused to trust Zach. She turned and stomped into the bedroom. She
tried praying the entire time she was in the bedroom. Simra
searched the closet, grabbed what she needed, and rushed into the
bathroom. She took one last peek at the bedroom. Grimacing at how
Tristan tried to win her back, she shivered before slamming the
bathroom door.
    Simra changed into a pair of light blue
jeans and a long white blouse with the sleeves stopping at her
elbows. She slipped her feet into a comfortable pair of sandals.
Her blonde strands of hair were tied into a ponytail. The outfit
was perfect for being at the lake.
    She rushed out of the room to meet
Zach. The frigid temperature caused her to shiver. Objects in the
rooms clattered. Portraits rattled on the walls and almost
collapsed to the floor. The flames vanished from the candles in her
room. Tristan’s fury shuddered throughout the house.
    Zach gathered her into his strong arms
and carried her out the door before it locked behind them.
“Azazel's getting angrier. Let’s meet Jeff before my brother
decides to do something insane.”
    Simra peeked over Zach’s shoulder to
see the glowing yellow eyes of Tristan. She kept her eyes locked on
the hideous demon until Zach got them away. Her body shivered at
the frightening appearance of him.
    Demons did exist, and his glowing eyes
proved the reality of evil. She recalled reading the journal. What
he did to her family all those years ago made her feel sick. Her
stomach churned more at the thought of something happening to Jeff.
She must do whatever it took to protect him tonight.

Chapter 11
    "For He will command His
angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways." -Psalm
91:11
     

    They arrived at Espresso Café in no
time, and Zach placed Simra on her feet at the side of the
building. “Simra? We’re here.”
    She almost didn’t hear him. Simra’s
feet stayed frozen to the ground from shock. “I…I know. His eyes.
Tristan’s eyes were-“
    “Glowing? Yes. I know. They glow when
someone’s made him extremely angry.”
    She leaned against the brick building.
“I've never seen anything so frightening. Why don't you and your
brother be honest about what you really are in the beginning? And
why haven't his eyes ever glowed before?”
    Zach's eyes filled with softness. “He
was in his mortal vessel then. Just be glad you haven't seen his
entire demonic form. It's frightening. While the demon resides in a
human body, it can’t make its eyes glow. He didn't tell you
everything because he didn't want you to know what he is. I never
told Lucinda because she would've thought I'd gone mad. She
would've ignored my warnings. Then, Azazel really would've gotten
the best of her.”
    He paused and explained further. “His
demon’s separated from the vessel now. He’s stronger than ever now.
Azazel should’ve returned to the underworld, but he stayed to
possess you.”
    “Why’s it only me and Grandmother who
sees you and the demon? Why doesn’t anyone else see you two?” She
dared to ask.
    “Azazel cursed you both. He made it so
all your grandmother could remember and see is the demon tormenting
you and her. She doesn’t remember anyone or anything else, but I
promised Lucinda I’d protect you.”
    He paused and added, “Azazel
cursed you to see his demon and Lucinda’s death. I am death, and my brother
didn’t realize what he did until after he completed the curse.
Again, I’m sorry.” His eyes were full of compassion.
    She kept seeing Tristan's eyes in her
troubled mind. And Zach couldn't fool Simra with his lies of not
betraying her. He had already betrayed Simra by showing the same
feelings toward her that he showed for Lucinda years ago. And he
was collecting her grandmother's soul.
    “She’s not dying anytime soon. I’ll
make sure of it. Why’d he