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pure. Keenan pulled her away from their clandestine meetings and brought her to the
moment of his death. She tried to turn away from it, knowing the sensations she carried
within her echoed his pain. But he forced her to watch him being tortured and burned.
Sebastian didn’t grant him any mercy no matter how much she begged. Emera yearned
to escape his mind.
Why are you making me watch this?
Because you need to see and I have to know if your tears are real. Forgive me for bringing
this hurt upon you again. His fingers brushed the tears from her cheeks.
Emera shook from the pain raging through her while she saw through his eyes. His
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vision was darkening. He could barely breathe, but Keenan’s last thought was freeing
her from Sebastian. The agony of the fire died. He saw light. She saw it and felt the
peace in his soul. He wanted to go into the light, but before his soul was escorted to the
other side, an angel appeared. She was not able to see the angel’s features due to
looking through Keenan’s weak eyes. This angel offered him the opportunity to become
a Demon Catcher. He wasn’t going to take the deal, unless he could free her one day.
Upon agreeing, he was pushed into a dying body and branded with the Demon Catcher
sigil. The echo of the pain burned her breast the way it did his. Time went forward and
she saw flashes of all the creatures he had caught. He did his job regardless of what the
monster was. However, one thing remained constant, he never lost his love for her or
his wish to free her. Keenan released her from his thoughts then. Emera shook her head
and wiped the remaining wetness from her cheeks.
“I’m not worthy of the pedestal you put me on.”
“I don’t have you on a pedestal. I know what you are and what you’ve done. I
know all the souls you’ve sent to hell. Deep down I know you never wanted that. I can
see the remorse in you. I sense the demonic half inside you. The piece of evil has grown
under Sebastian’s tutelage. Yet you fight it every day. You think your heart is
completely dead, but it’s not. There’s still an angel inside of you who cares for people.
That is the first part of love. If there was nothing good inside of you, then I never could
have found you. Let me rekindle that love. That’s all I want.” Keenan wound his fingers
through hers.
A spark moved through Emera. For the first time in a very long time, her heart
warmed. He’s right. I must still have something good inside of me because the demon hasn’t
consumed me completely. God, I want to trust him. I want to believe that this isn’t all some
fucked up trick and that he’s here. She stared deep into Keenan’s eyes and felt the longing
that he’d carried for her after all these centuries. He was being honest. She never
thought it would be possible to have someone love her again. A smile spread on her
lips. The ice melted inside her soul and she began to feel something more than lust. She
wrapped her arms around his neck in a spontaneous hug. Emera inhaled his manly
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scent and let it settle into her nose so she could memorize it and this perfect moment.
His arms entwined around her.
“You’re real. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you. You didn’t forget about me,” she
sobbed into his shirt. “I never stopped thinking about you. I had to lock you away deep
down so Sebastian wouldn’t know. Every time I had a glimpse of the garden I prayed
that I might see you there.” She tried to hold onto him and merge his being with her
own. She sensed his hesitation and he went stiff against her.
Keenan pulled away. Emera sniffled. She heard a doomsday bell tolling in the back
of her mind. Now that he’s revealed his true nature to me, he’s going to pass judgment. I don’t
deserve to be spared. She squeezed her eyes shut and wiped them again. I know I deserve
everything I have coming to me. Thank you. Thank you for letting me see him one more time.
Thank you for letting me know I was still loved. Thank you for letting me know he never stopped
looking for me. I’m ready for the sword of Heaven to pierce my heart and put me out of my
misery. She had done horrible things to humans. Bending their will until they were
mindless automatons. Fucking men and women until nothing else mattered except
twisting their souls for Lucifer. Their cries warmed the demonic part of her nature. Now
seeing Keenan one last time was redemption enough. Knowing he was still alive was a
light in her soul giving her the strength to face whatever sentence she had coming.
He gave her a small smile. “I’m not going to kill you, beloved. Would I have sent
you all those presents if I intended to shed your blood?”
“Then why are you here?”
“Because I want to hold you and feel your body writhe under mine. It’s been so
long since your breasts were pressed against my chest and you called my name. I want
to hear you scream while you come for me.”
Emera blushed. She hadn’t made love to a man in ages. “I don’t normally get the
romantic treatment. And I can’t remember the last time I have lain with a human.
Sebastian doesn’t have it in him to be gentle. And he—”
Keenan planted his mouth on hers. Emera was overcome with shock, but had no
problem melting against him and returning his passionate kiss. Placing a hand on his
chest, she ran her tongue over his lips tasting their sweetness. After a moment, his
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kisses grew more insistent. She welcomed them with her own hunger, it had been so
long. Her hand trailed down to the bulge in his pants. She caressed his hard length
through the fabric. He shivered from her slow touches. His tongue dueled with hers,
trying to taste and explore her mouth while they kissed. She raked her fingers over the
back of his shirt,wanting to get to the flesh beneath it.
He sucked on her top lip and pecked her nose. Emera giggled. “You taste so good,
angel.”
She yanked his shirt from his pants. Keenan gave her a wicked smile, but let her
take his shirt off and drop it to the floor. The tattoo of the demon catcher glowed blue in
the candlelight. She hesitated a moment not sure what would happen. Keenan caught
her hand and guided it to the brand. He pressed their hands over the mark. When she
touched it, a cold tingle crawled up her arm. She held her breath, waiting for his power
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