I jolted awake when I felt the body coming back to me. I didn't dare to open my eyes in case I would see something I'll rather not. After the kiss, I completely blacked out. It was as if the voice completely shut me out. I didn't know how or why he did that, but it may come in handy one day. But, I didn't think he would tell me no matter how much I ask.

I sensed some movement next to me and I stayed completely still. Soft snoring could be heard and my heart sank. I tried to scoot away, but as I feared, what I thought was the Daemon's arm was wrapped around my waist. I slowly opened my eyes and saw the ceiling. I slowly turned my head to my left and was now face to face Cameron's sleeping expression.

Please God, please tell me they didn't... I trailed my eyes down his chest and saw it naked. I paled and lifted the covers up. To my horror, we were both completely naked! I screamed interiorly and shouted profanities against the voice. I didn't care if he heard me or not, but I just continued to swear at him.

We switched for only a kiss! A kiss, not sex! It was my body for the fuck sake.

"It was the last time you hear me? The last!" I mumbled angrily as I sat up and as expected no answer.

I cringed at the soreness invading my whole body, but what nearly made me puke was the disgusting white liquid sliding down my legs when I stood up. I ran for the bathroom and slammed the door shut not giving a fuck if it will disturb that stupid killer beast slumber. I opened the shower and didn't even bother to wait until it warmed up that I was already under the spray. I took some soap and started to scrub my body from my head to my toes. I hated myself and my stupid decisions when I saw the hickeys on my tights and chest. I was so stupid! I gave myself to that monster like a whore.

I slammed my hands into the wall before leaning my head on it. I closed my eyes shut.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

"I'm getting the hell out of here even if they kill me. I won't stay here to be his toy forever!" I talked to myself and with renewed resolve, I closed the shower. I grabbed some random clothes in the closet and kicked the Daemon's legs.

"Wake up, take me to where the books are, now!" I shouted angrily as he groaned.

"You're so not cute..." he moaned as his opened his eyes slowly before closing it again. "Five more minutes..."

"Now!"

He didn't answer, so I went back into the bathroom and spotted a bucket. I took it, filled it with cold water before going back in front of the sleeping man. Without an ounce of hesitation, I poured it all on him. He jumped up with a shriek.

"What was that for?!" he complained as I looked at him with a bored expression.

"Let's go!"

"I'm going shower first," he simply answered before walking away. "My Matt was way cuter and gentler..." I heard him mumble making me roll my eyes.

If he wanted me to believe that I was once his lover, he was gravely mistaken. Never, did you all hear me? Never will I be his mate.

Twenty minutes later, he came out with a T-shirt and some jeans. He showed me his hand and I raised a brow when he didn't move.

"Your hand..." he sighed his smiled disappearing.

"Why?"

"Because I tell you. Now stop being stubborn or you don't go anywhere."

"Fine."

I gave him my hand and a door appeared. When I was expecting to see the hallway of the house, I was greeted with darkness. There was only a path leading to another door. Everything else was pitch black.

"Now, don't let go," he warned and took a step forward.

I followed closely behind him. I let him drag me as I looked around. Not that there was something to see. But I was curious to know if it really did have no end.

Reaching the other side, he opened the door and stepped inside. When I walked through the door, the smell of old books hit my nose. The room was filled with old books. Not only it was old, but it was collecting dust too. I let go of his hand and stepped away to have at least two feet of distance in between us.

"The books you want are..." his eyes scanned the room as if it was telling him it's content. "Here."

He extended his hand and his eyes started to glow a bloody red. His eyes were so creepy, unnatural. Books started to fly by themselves into his extended hand. Blowing on it, the collected dust flew away. He turned to face me and smiled.

"Ready to know the truth? If you don't believe my words, I hope you'll believe in history. You can check their authenticity by looking at the author, the dates and all the other stuff to convince yourself," he gave me the books before showing me a table as the chair moved by itself inviting me to sit down.

I ignored his gesture and sat on the chair as I ignored him. Well, my escape plan failed since he didn't even plan to let me out of a room. First the bedroom, now the library. Both doors disappeared as soon as we entered.

I sighed and opened the first book. The dust flew up making my nose itch and I sneezed. I read the first page, it was written by hand. I opened the others and they were all the same. I sighed again, well, it'll take longer than I had expected it.

I looked around and saw the Daemon King, now looking like me again, sitting in a long chair with a book on his lap. I looked back down and started to read.