Sacrifice of the Septimus: Part 1 (Afterlife saga Book 7) by Stephanie Hudson

strangest sense of Déjà vu again, as it was like this exact scene had already played out before. Only it wasn’t here, it was somewhere bigger…much bigger…
    “Afterlife” I whispered to myself and before I could think about what I was doing I found myself standing in between them.
    “STOP!” I shouted and Seth took one look at me and did as I told him, stopping dead in his tracks. I felt Draven’s hand clasp my arm to hold me back, which grated on me more that it probably should considering he was only trying to keep me safe.
    “That was for you as well!” I told him through gritted teeth before yanking my arm away from him. Okay so it was safe to say that I was still pissed off with him, but instead of adding more fuel to an inferno, I decided to focus my attention on the skeletal demon that obviously had a hard on for breaking down doors! 
    “Now before I have to deal with your demon bullshit like last time, you will explain why you think it acceptable to come into my home and break down my fucking door… again!” I said in a voice I hardly recognised as I let the anger surge through my veins like my blood was so hot it scorched my insides. Actually I wouldn’t have been surprised if someone had told me I was glowing crimson right now, especially with the way Seth was taking a step back from me.
    Surprising myself with the realisation that I sounded like Draven, should have been enough to calm me down but no such luck. Even Draven tried his best to control the situation, no doubt fearing what happened last time, 
    “Calm yourself love, he is no threat…are you Pure Blood?” Draven said in what I should have found a soothing voice behind me.
    “I wouldn’t touch me, Draven!” I snapped, warning him just before his hands met my shoulders. In the back of my mind I was wondering how I even knew what he was doing behind my back when I couldn’t see him. It just seemed like my senses were over sensitised and I became completely aware of everything around me. I could have heard someone whispering down the hall if I wanted to or smell the metallic scent coming from a single drop of blood in the next room. But I didn’t understand any of it. I didn’t understand how I got to this point with my powers, as if they had been given a kick start from someone.  
    “Alright, Keira,” he whispered in defeat and another side of me, that seemed locked away started to feel bad for what I had said.
    “The King is right. I mean you no harm, child.” Seth said peacefully and I actually growled.
    “Child?” 
    “I mean no disrespect.”
    “And what about when you are charging in here ready to fight my husband again? How about then, Seth?” I asked taking a step forward and this was when Draven thought it best he intervened.
    “Alright my little warrior, that’s quite enough,” he said sternly holding me back this time, despite my warnings. I whipped round to face him, something inside me biting at the heels to accept his challenge but the second I saw his eyes flash purple, something in me gave way and let go. All the negative energy around me evaporated, sinking away into some dark place in my mind I couldn’t touch, leaving me whole again. My tensed muscles relaxed and I would have slumped to the floor if it hadn’t been for Draven holding me upright.
    “Are you alright?” he whispered as if he understood the affect he would have on me and I nodded feeling ashamed of losing it that way.
    “RJ is missing again.” Seth blurted out.
    “What?!”
    “When?” Draven and I both asked our own questions at the same time but only one of us sounded calm and it wasn’t me. 
    “I left in search of her brother but found nothing. So upon my return I went to her home and found her gone.”
    “Jesus.” I muttered and received dirty looks from both of them.
    “Really, you’re going to scold me now?” I said giving them both back their dirty looks.
    “What did her mother say?” I asked knowing they