My Decadent Demon (My Demon Trilogy, Book 1) by Nikita Jakz, Alicia Dawn

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    CHAPTER 6
    “You’re coming with me.”
     
     
    Several days had passed since that strange male entered her private chambers, yet Sera couldn’t seem to get him out of her mind. The words he’d spoken with such conviction still lingered in her thoughts. She couldn’t shake the feeling that what he’d said was somehow true. He’d radiated such a fierce energy toward her. Although, not angry or dangerous or troubling. It had been intense and passionate, and tremendously moving.
    She stared at her reflection in the mirror, searching her eyes, into her soul. It was there that a flicker, a subtle whisper-like confirmation, told her what she somehow already knew. She had to free him. Not just from his imprisonment, but also from his unfounded feelings of obligation toward her.
    Nodding to herself, she headed for the door, stealthily making her way toward the detainment sector of the Seraphim Estate. Like an agent on a mission, she crept down corridor after corridor of the vast and elegant mansion.
    A few times she had to flatten herself against a wall to remain undetected. On one such occasion, a grin emerged on her face. This was rather fun, in an exciting sort of way! With the coast clear, she commenced, shrewd eyes and keen ears ever scanning her surroundings. One last turn and she’d be at her destination.
    The holding cells were virtually inescapable and therefore no guards were stationed outside. Thank Heavens. After peeking into a handful of small windows, Sera finally located her target. Turning the lock, she slipped inside and approached the sleeping captive. At his bedside, she paused, allowing herself a moment to admire his handsome face. She frowned. He somehow looked… familiar. And yet she had never met him. Hmm…
    Gently, she nudged his shoulder while barely whispering his name, “Cole. I have come to restore your freedom. But you must move with haste. Time is of the essence.”
    Cole blinked, trying to focus. Pain still pounded inside his head from the fun the angels had had with his brain. Futile attempts to try and make him see all the good shit they supposedly saw in him. Whatever.
    Finally, he focused on the figure hovering over him. “Sera?” he rasped. “What are you doing here?” He glanced behind her, half-expecting some feathery freak to come drag her away again. But none came as she smiled down at him. He grabbed her arm and tried to sit up. Pain lacerated through his skull. He groaned, falling back down with a grimace. “Sera, get me out of here,” he breathed. “But if you can’t then save yourself.”
    His eyes watered. A moan crawled up his throat. Shaky fingers pressed hard to his temples in an effort to push the pain away. “Sons of bitches,” he hissed.
    Sera stood frozen, as if shocked by his current condition. “Bitter night, what h as happened to you?” She winced when his face contorted in agony, then swiftly lifted her robe to kneel down beside him. Gently, she pried his hands from his head, replacing them with her own. Cole could see her determination to ease him written clearly across her features.
    She closed her eyes, a subtle light illuminating her form. Warm pulses of soothing relief instantly penetrated his skull, breaking up the sharp, brutal pangs and fluidly drawing them out. She shuddered, as if the potency of his pain was somehow being transferred into her. “Poor, unfortunate man,” she murmured. “How much you have suffered.” Grateful for the reprieve, Cole watched in silence as she drew in a deep, steadying breath. “I will alleviate the remainder of your discomfort,” she told him, “but then you really must go. If you linger and are recaptured, I will be unable to aid you a second time.”
    His hand rose, gripping her wrist. He wasn't going to leave her. No way in Hell, or Heaven, as it was. As his pain continued to ebb, he sighed in sweet relief, then stood and pulled her toward the door.
    Only when she tugged on her wrist did he