Eleven
Princess Ashden
He’s going to kill Samael. I can feel it in my bones. The minute I saw Samael out on the beach, there was a pull. A strange connection that I couldn’t understand. As if our hearts had been connected all of this time. Now, I could feel his pain in the dungeons below.
I had given myself to George the night before. George and Lancelot both. They had both been supportive, kind, and loving. I hadn’t once felt uncomfortable or hurt. Except for when I was supposed to be hurting, in a pleasurable way.
But the whole time, it wasn’t them I saw as we were making love. It was Samael’s face. I tried to write it off as me being nervous about my first time. But in the morning, when I heard Samael’s cries, I knew that this wasn’t right.
I wasn’t supposed to be with George.
