The Demon Princess and Death

Chapter 7 Ambers POV

The handsome stranger came closer to me, his eyes were lit up with excitement. But I could tell he was trying to hide it, hide it away from the scared and broken little lamb on the bed that was me. I watched as Chelsea walked out with Adam in tow. Why she was keeping me around I will never know. " My name is Nate, she is my aunt " he motioned over his shoulder at Chelsea's retreating back. " My father is Arakas, my mother Leianna and you are Amber" he smiled kindly.

" I am not interested " I sniffled. I saw him flinch and the pained look in his eyes. My eyes skated to the door. " In being mates with him " I finished.

I saw a small flash of relief, but only small that I meant Frank not him. It was quickly replaced with conflict.

" He is a part of the reason my brother is dead, why I have no one left. He let that retched woman stick around and went along with her plans to save a wife that didn't exist. He chose her over his mate. Over everyone, she wasn't even his mate and he was willing to kill Chelsea for her. Mates are not sacred to him, neither does he know right from wrong " I huffed, feeling pain in my chest just saying the words. Have I not been through enough ? Why would the fates then do this to me ?

" It also shows how loyal he will be to those he loves, though does it not ? " Nate asked me.

I looked up at him, glaring" By killing innocents ? " I snapped.

He sighed, took a seat on the bed and rubbed his chin deep in thought. " I am sorry my love , my thoughts are not always correct , I am half demon after all so they can sway a little off track of what other people see as right and wrong. My lines can be very blurred. Better than my father's lines, thankfully, given I am half jinn too" he stated. He looked at me, then slowly he reached over with his hand. I flinched back at first, and he paused, his eyes narrowing. But then he continued , he swiped away the stray tears that seemed to be a none stop tap these days I didn't know how to stop crying at this point.

" What would you have me do ? I can not reject him , he is a part of us even though I am yet to get to know either of you. The fates always do things for a reason that much I do know. They want us together for a reason. If we reject him, we will always have a piece missing. They must find him worthy of a mate " he said, his fingers stroked down to my chin and holding it in his hand. I didn't answer. I didn't know what to say. This should be a happy occasion, but I only felt a small bit of happiness. That was even a shock to me , because I had only felt numbness and sorrow for days now.

When he realized I wasn't about to start chatting, he stood, keeping hold of my chin and brought his face close to mine. He was so handsome it wasn't funny. He was perfect, his eyes locked on to mine and as he got closer they flickered red. I took a shaky breath thinking he was going to kiss me. I wasn't sure I was ready for that. My heart hammered wildly in my chest. But still I felt the mate bond and I felt myself leaning towards him. He shocked me when he swerved off so close to my lips and kissed my cheek instead.

His lips went close to my ear " When I kiss you properly for the first time, our mate will be present. We have a lot to work through my love. I will not reject either of you. I would rather cut out my own heart, cut it in half and give you both a piece " he whispered, his soft deep voice flowing into me like music, making me involuntarily shiver. I could tell he had jinn in him. They had that sort of charming, alluring effect on people, like they could cast a spell on you and draw you in with just a word. Almost trance like.

He pulled back, kissed my cheek again and then held his hand out to me. " I see you haven't unpacked or bathed or eaten since being here, so let us get you cleaned up. Fed and changed into some clean clothing" I should feel ashamed at his observations, that I hadn't even bothered to change clothes since coming here. But there was no judgment in his voice. My eyes flicked to the suitcase that had been left untouched since coming here. I hadn't even brought it Chelsea had.

With a shaky hand, I reached out, and he pulled me from the bed. He guided me like a gentleman to the adjacent bathroom. He didn't even hesitate to start undressing me, he was so confident and refined. He just knew I wouldn't refuse, and I could see already in his mind I was his, and it was his job to care for me. As much as I didn't like Frank, I could see how broken Frank was too. Would this be Nates role? To look after two broken souls.

I could have just zapped my clothes off, but I like his attention on me. I saw his eyes flash again as he saw each part of my body become bare to him. But he acted like the perfect gentleman. His eyes didn't stare for too long before he moved onto the next item of clothing. If it wasn't for the fact there was a tent in his trousers, I would question whether this man wanted me or not. I mindlessly wondered if he would lose control in the bedroom ? Or would he be so reformed there too ? I hoped not. I heard a slight chuckle and broke free from my inner thoughts to see him now standing staring down at my face, a sly smirk and a devilish look in his eyes as he slowly shook his head back and forth.

I frowned at him. Why was he looking at me that way ?

His hand came up, and he ran his finger down my face. " Little witch, do you forget us demons can hear your thoughts if we wish it ? " he teased, my face heated up in a bright red flush of embarrassment. And he chuckled again. " I would feel bad for making you blush, but I quite enjoy it. Little witch I am not this decent in the bedroom you would be glad to know. I am only this decent right now because you are hurting, and our other mate is not here. In the bedroom you and he will not see this gentlemanly side of me " he flashed me another smile then ushered me into the shower. The whole time I washed, he leaned against the wall opposite and watched. The overwhelming sadness that had dragged me to the pits of despair over the last few days ebbed away for a feeling I thought I wouldn't feel for a very long time: need. I felt between my legs dampen as I tried to ignore he was there so I could clean, but I felt his eyes on me on my every move, like he was watching the most fascinating show of his life.

But as I got out, and he insisted on drying me, the dam broke again, the tears started, and his open arm are what I fell into as I sobbed. I wasn't acting how a mate should after just finding her mate. My head wasn't even registering that right now, but what it did register was the security it felt as he wrapped us up and geld us tight.